How humiliating.You, the First Princess of the Flower Kingdom, have been unceremoniously stripped of all your jewels and finery before being dumped buck naked into the Hollow Labyrinth. You expected many things when the Boar Empire invaded: losing your head, being forcibly wed to the son of their emperor, or even getting passed around between their lowborn soldiers like a cheap prostitute in the worst case. Being forced into a naked dive of the Hollow Labyrinth - the lucrative yet dangerous dungeon that sits beneath Rose City - to earn your "freedom" was not on the list.The scrying orb recording the whole affair for the sick and twisted entertainment of Emperor Buta and his five demon generals was to be expected. The Boar Empire has a habit of tormenting the royals of conquered nations. Unfortunately for him, that pig Buta mistook you for an ordinary woman, the weak and vulnerable sort who would shrink up when her gowns were torn away as if hiding her shame.There is nothing shameful about your body.Your skin is like flawless white marble, your lips like plump red rose petals. Your eyes sapphires, your hair spun gold that falls in perfect curls, your features chiseled by the artistic hands of your personal trainer over the course of twenty five years into an immaculate monument to tomboyish athleticism. You worked hard to shape your mind and body into a treasure greater than any of the silks or jewels those brutes stripped from you, and if they thought you would shrink away humiliated by putting the fruits of your labor on display, they are fools.No, what is humiliating is the fact that these barbarians managed to overwhelm the elite forces of the Flower Knights with nothing but human wave tactics. Not what they've done with the power that they hold over you now, but the fact that they have any power over you at all fills you with a deep sense of disgust."Once I've conquered this dungeon, I am going to kill you," you tell the scrying sensor and whoever is behind it. It is not a growl of anger, simply a statement of fact.There is no exit from the Hollow Labyrinth, not until you defeat one of its Floor Bosses. Even then, you suspect that pig Buta sealed you in with one of the tools that locks dimensional space until the last bost has been slain. No doubt he wants to display your broken and mangled corpse to your people, to demoralize them even further.Well, you will not give him the satisfaction.Many paths are open to you now...>A set of grand, red double doors requires much force to push open.>A narrow passage winds off into the darkness>A broken portcullis allows access to a gently moving waterway>A once hidden door has fallen open, revealing a secret hallway.>A light above is a hole in the roof. You can climb to it
>>6298650>>A broken portcullis allows access to a gently moving waterwayCup size check QM?
>>6298650>A broken portcullis allows access to a gently moving waterway
>A broken portcullis allows access to a gently moving waterway
>>6298650>A light above is a hole in the roof. You can climb to it
>>6298650>A once hidden door has fallen open, revealing a secret hallway.
>Voting for the sewer levelAnons, what are you doing?>>6298650>A once hidden door has fallen open, revealing a secret hallway.
>>6298650>>A once hidden door has fallen open, revealing a secret hallway.
>>6298650>A broken portcullis allows access to a gently moving waterwayHell yeah let's go into the sewer. Don't be a chicken.
>>6298650>A broken portcullis allows access to a gently moving waterwayGetting wet in more ways than one
>>6298651Important stats for our princess are 120/70/85.>>6298747Either dreading or hoping there will be goblins or other sewer monsters to victimize our princess.>>6298784Sorry there's no aphrodisiac in the air if you go that way.
>>6298819Give it to me in letters man I'm not a tailor
>>6298822F-G cup, slim waist, mostly average hips, IIRC. Big titty tomboy.
>>6298819Personally I'm hoping this doesn't end up as 'get raped by monsters: the quest'. With a premise that sets that kind of thing up so obviously, it's more entertaining to hold the smut out of reach and actually fight for her life.
>>6298825It's seemingly the same QM as Escape the Dungeon last year, or someone inspired by him, so we'll see.https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/6050681/
>>6298650>A narrow passage winds off into the darkness
You squeeze through the bars of the broken portcullis. It's a tight fit. The ample bosom that you inherited from your mother needs delicate maneuvering to pass between the bars, but you manage. Nor are you a stick like most of your younger sisters. As the heir to the Flower Kingdom, you need to exude an implacable aura of strength in body and in mind. To that end, you worked hard to ensure that everything about yourself is more than the common woman, that you be worthy of your father's chair. You are taller than most women... nay, most men as well. Tall enough that this spacious sluice system - echoing the gathered memories of hardy and burly workmen - has a lower ceiling than you'd like.Your muscles are thicker than most men have. Only other women want their fellow women to be weak and delicate, men admire and respect strength more than anything else. As the heir, you cultivated an abundance of it. Your bosom exceeds the size of most women's heads. A sign of wealth and good breeding, your bosom is the Flower Kingdom's very own bosom, a symbol of its pride and power that the half-starved flat chested sows of the Boar Empire could never hope to match. The Empire was lucky that their agents caught you sleeping after a hard day's training. Even with the restraints they clapped on you, you killed three of them with your bare hands before they managed to bind you fully. How? Because you are harder, better, faster, stronger than the simpering, weak willed sows that Emperor Buta calls his daughters... and they only sent a dozen men to subdue you. As you lose yourself in your thoughts, something shoots from the waterway with the speed of a cracked whip. How cute. Something down here mistook you for hapless prey, as if you were one of your precious little sisters who would have shrunk up like a rabbit the moment their skirts ripped off. You catch the slithering thing in one hand, and bare your teeth in a vicious smile. "Were you trying to ensnare me, worm?" your growl at the thing as it wriggles in your grip. A thin stinger dripping something oily and pink glints in the dark. "Wrap me in your tentacles, poison me with aphrodisiac, and wring me for orgone until my body is dry? That's how you filthy incubi feed, isn't it?"The monster tries to pull its tentacle free, but you don't let it. With a heave, you rip the beast from the waters, a slimy ball of tentacles and lust that has been the bane of female adventurers since time immemorial. You do not give it time to act; the moment the ball is in reach, your fist lashes out and smashes through its core. You obtain its magic crystal, which shall grant you one of its abilities so long as you wear it on your person.>Natural camouflage>Resistance to Bludgeoning and Piercing>Resistance to Cold>See in Darkness>Water Breathing>Hypnotic Gaze>Venom Gland (Aphrodisiac)>Quickdash
>>6298889>Natural camouflageWe solid snaking this dungeon until we can wrestle whatever foul deamon lies at it's core for control of the whole damnable dungeon.
>>6298889>Venom Gland (Aphrodisiac)How are we wearing magic crystal without clothing? Bite it?
>>6298889>Natural camouflage>>6298819>monsters to victimize our princessWe'll be the one's doing the victimizing here!
>>6298889>Resistance to Bludgeoning and Piercing
The concept of a /fit/ muscle princess who solos everything really amuses me. Once we get out of here, we should capture this pig emperor's delicate daughters and force them to become our harem of workout partners
>>6298889>Resistance to Bludgeoning and PiercingThis one is more useful if we plan on staying naked
From the desk of Director Wieprz, Office of Swine Intelligence (OSI)Dossier: Roxanne Juliette la Étoilée de la FleurTitles: Grand Duchess of the Pavot March, Princess of RosebridgeAliases: Princess RoxyHair Color: BlondeEye Color: BlueSkin Color: FairHeight: 215 cmWeight: UnknownFigure: Voluptuous. Muscular. Exact measurements unknown. Threat Assessment: Flee on Sight. Elimination Proposal: To eliminate this target, the OSI advises that no less than nine operators be deployed to ensure elimination. Target should only be approached when asleep. Aerosolized Potion of Deep Slumber shall be deployed upon approach with a concentration of no less than 50mg/ml of active ingredient. Upon confirming Deep Slumber, each limb shall be restrained by two operators while the ninth operator severs her carotid artery.Capture Proposal: Not advised. The Empire does not possess facilities that could restrain the target for more than seventy two hours. High likelihood of the target organizing a prison break or instigating a rebellion.Report: OSI Analysts recommend offering the subject a marriage pact if annexation of the Flower Kingdom becomes a strategic goal of the Empire. The subject demonstrates a Type 3A personality profile in which she strongly identifies with her nation and its people, considering their wellbeing as a part of her own wellbeing. By framing the annexation as a union that will benefit the Flower Kingdom as much as it achieve the Empire's strategic goals, the subject may be persuaded to cede sovereignty without bloodshed. For this reason the OSI has drafted a formal proposal with terms entitled Draft Proposal for a Diplomatic Marriage Between the Imperial Second Prince and the Flower Kingdom's First Princess.If the Throne wishes to reject diplomatic means for fulfilling the strategic goal, the OSI recommends elimination of the subject. Given her popularity with Flower Kingdom's citizens as well as her own formidable prowess (see Formal Threat Assessment of Flower Kingdom Notables for further details), capturing the subject has been deemed an infeasible waste of resources. As documented in the Formal Threat Assessment, the typical humiliation rituals conducted for the high nobility of conquered nations have a 93.5% probability of backfiring.The subject displays abnormal physical and mental prowess that exceeds baseline mortal. Her public daily workout routine involves running one hundred laps of Rosebridge's outer walls over the span of thirty minutes, while wearing weight training clothes that observers estimate to exceed fifteen tons. Her personal workshop is likewise responsible for hundreds of key industrial inventions...A scrawled note has been crossed out where an analyst despairs at certain orders from the Emperor regarding the subject, and how they will certainly result in needless loss of life.
>>6298889>Venom Gland (Aphrodisiac)
>>6298889>>Hypnotic GazeThis seems the most useful.
When can we devour a nigger?
>>6298889>Resistance to Bludgeoning and PiercingWould go for natural camouflage, but this is more likely to win and anything's better than the aphrodisiac.
>>6298889>QuickdashSped
>Rub royal pussy
>>6298889>See in DarknessAmbushes be gone!
The monster's beak makes for an excellent knife with which to carve its magic stone into something you can use. With it, your hands are those of a master craftswoman, for as the heir to the Flower Kingdom you needed to understand the way that your people earned their living. Weaving, whittling, smithing, ceramics, and a hundred other trades besides have you given your time to learn the core of that you may recognize the talented and put each craft to its best use.Bernadette the jeweler taught you how to shape magic stones into useful accessories when you were a young girl, a skill you have not forgotten because your memory forgets nothing.The incubus' stone is too small for a ring, let alone a bangle, so you carve it into a paired stud and cap that you can wear upon your ear. It glimmers with a ruby-red light, and when the cap locks it in you can feel the monster's power flow through your body and gather in your core. Reading the energy's reverberations, your lips curl into a smile as you realize that you have inherited the beast's inherent resistance to bludgeon and piercing attacks. Foes that rely on fist and fang will be far less dangerous to you.Then, as you examine the deeper reverberations, your lips twist in distaste."What a disgusting ability," you mutter. The incubus' power creates a pathway between your sacral chakra and your throat, allowing your to push orgone into your mouth and spit it out as a potent aphrodisiac, if you desire. Potent not for the incubus' strength - that only made the pathway - but your own. It is not that you cannot see the use for such an ability, but... "I should have expected such from an incubus. Well, at least I got one useful ability from you..."The sluiceway continues for another hundred meters before you find a light at the end of the tunnel. Another portcullis closes off the exit, but pulling a lever on the wall causes it to rise open with the sound of groaning gears. Stepping out into the light, the sluiceway opens into a grand cavern that must stretch on for miles. Lichen hang from the ceiling, shedding a warm light that is not quite as bright and calming as the light of the sun. Something like grass grows upon the cavern's floor, and you can see a herd of animals that might be sheep or goats grazing in the distance. Great mushrooms grow like trees as well, and in the far distance you can see the greatest mushroom of them all grow high and shed a ghostly light. Off where many streams of water pool into a lake, you can see the primitive and uncouth huts built by a goblinoid infestation. That gives you an inkling of the sort of monsters you will encounter in this room.Where do you go from here?>Follow the walls of the cavern and find its exit.>Head towards the Giant Mushroom>Head towards the grazing herd animals>Head towards the goblinoid village>Follow the waters from the sluiceway
>>6299278>Head towards the Giant Mushroom(knowing look towards QM)
>>6299278>>Follow the waters from the sluicewayOh we are a nudist?
>>6299278>Head towards the Giant Mushroom
>>6299278>Follow the walls of the cavern and find its exit.
>>6299278>>Head towards the goblinoid village
>>6299278> Head towards the grazing herd animals.Might get a stead as a mount or maybe an animal guardian
>>6299278>>Head towards the Giant Mushroom
let's make our princess a stone cold dick killer. Hot as fuck but an impassive merciless killing machine
>>6299280I don't know what I'm supposed to understand from this. Is it that some mushrooms can kinda look like dicks? Or just someone else appreciating the absolute glory that is Naked King Crown?>>6299289The men of the Flower Kingdom truly admire their princess.>>6299471That is a possibility.>>6299508Define impassive?
>>6299527Like she's got a really good poker face, you never know what she's thinking unless the emotion is extreme.
You follow switchback trails down the cliffside and make your way into the mushroom forest, towards the ceiling-scraping silver shroom that sheds its ghostly light. The mycelium is soft and squishy beneath your bare feet, tickling gently at your soles and leaving behind deep footprints that slowly but surely fill themselves in with the passage of time. The fungal rhizome acts like a sort of podzol that inhibits the growth of green and leafy plants. The organism might well cover the entire cavern to form a living network of fungi that each occupy their own niche in the environment. Perhaps even the grass those herd animals grazed upon was actually another expression of the fungus.Without the fresh air blowing in with the falling waters, the air of this cavern is certainly thick with spores. The intensity of your heart chakra burns them from your lungs before they can take root, but an adventurer of lesser breeding who had not taken the proper precautions might have found themselves with issues breathing in this place. You know well enough that most molds are not good for the lungs from your time studying the healing arts from Dr. Gerulf. Some spores are fine, even beneficial to breath in when ill, but your heart chakra would not burn such things away. The spores all come from the great, tree-like mushrooms growing from the mycelium. They very in size, shape, and even the colors of their stalks and caps. Some grow with great stalks twice or even three times as thick as your ample hips, their color a greyish purple speckled with something darker and each branch capped with a wavy plate the color of a stormy sky. Others are thin and spindly, no thicker that your muscled forearm, off-white stems growing higher and higher than their neighbors and crowned with a bulbous orange cap.The ones you think you like the more remind you of the fire birches of the Herbstwald. Their trunks purest white, their caps as red as blood, giving the mushroom forest a shock of brightness that it otherwise would lack. Your trek is nice and relaxing. No doubt a dull show for the scrying sensor. The only thing that approached a threat was a pack of horned stormwolves. When you booped their alpha on his snout, the rest of his pack went running and he began to follow you around like a chastened puppy. He better not be expecting you to share any meat with him. If you had any, you would have already eaten it. The day hasn't exactly gotten late, but your captors did not exactly provide you three square meals a deal whilst you were imprisoned.The growl of your stomach reminds you that you should probably find some food.>Hunt something. Maybe the overgrown puppy will prove useful and help you find some game. >Some of these trees appear to be growing fruit that looks rather tasty.>There's a stream nearby, and you've two good hands with which you can catch fish.>You wonder if these giant mushroom trees are edible...?>Continue on without lunch.
>>6299566>You wonder if these giant mushroom trees are edible...?Test our new abilities by giving the wolf a taste of the aphrodisiac
>>6299566>Some of these trees appear to be growing fruit that looks rather tasty.
Quick question QM, are the fruits larger than our own peaches?
>>6299566>You wonder if these giant mushroom trees are edible...?>>6299527I don't know what I'm supposed to understand from this....yeah uh, the first one. I was half expecting some sort of myconid to get involved. I dunno why, maybe I've just played Dark Souls too much... or read too many Double Deck doujinshi.
>>6299566>Hunt something. Maybe the overgrown puppy will prove useful and help you find some game.Getting a pack of wolves to watch our backs when we sleep at night would be great. Plus they hunt
>>6299576Princess Roxy doesn't seem like a dogfucker.>>6299566>Hunt something. Maybe the overgrown puppy will prove useful and help you find some game.
>>6299576That's going to get very frustrating for him given that there are no bitches around for him to mate with.>>6299586Indeed. The fruits growing from these trees are much larger than the peaches grown in the southern provinces of the Flower Kingdom. They are not, however, larger than the melons you grew in your personal garden. Nor is their flesh quite as soft and tender, though it comes pretty close.Your melons set records as some of the largest in the Kingdom, while also maintaining the best shape, the best balance of firmness and softness of their flesh, and a superior sweetness to them. People were quite surprised - and pleased - that their Princess worked her own hands at horticulture rather than leave it to the servants. Of course, Princess Roxy was popular among the people for many reasons, her superior melons being just one of them.>>6299593I mean, there are people infested by fungi here, Princess Roxy is just too powerful for it to bother her. There are also p0n0s shaped fungi around, but the goblins collect most of those to keep their collection of captured female adventurers who swore that they wouldn't lose to a mere goblin pliant and happy with their new lot in life.>>6299602Oh, and then you'd be able to experiment like this anon wanted to. Claiming the full pack would bring the alpha's mate with it, and then you could use your new contact venom to obtain puppies.>>6299615Yeah, no, she's not Inukai-san. As for her preferences, Princess Roxy prefers cute bookish men with glasses to burly bodybuilder types as well. Think Qifrey from Witch Hat Atelier.On women, she thinks that waifish women who starve themselves to keep a trim figure are less than useless and need to eat more and exercise. She's not attracted to them at all, and would note that she would not be able to produce any heirs if she married a woman. As the heir, she needs to choose someone who can help her make more heirs.
>>6299622>Hunt something. Maybe the overgrown puppy will prove useful and help you find some game.>Yeah, no, she's not Inukai-san. As for her preferences, Princess Roxy prefers cute bookish men with glasses to burly bodybuilder types as well. Think Qifrey from Witch Hat Atelier.Our Princess has impeccable taste, as expected.
>>6299622If she was actually seven feet tall with proportions like that and not the normal "stretched" proportions people with such height tend to have, she'd probably weigh close to if not over 300 pounds. What a fattie.
>>6299643>>6299622https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VMnjF1O4eH0Also, picrel for the melon talk
>>6299622>given that there are no bitches around for him to mate withY-y-yeah...!
>>6299666But waitdere's moreIf she was obscenely muscled as claimed she'd probably be significantly heavier. Maybe even up to 350 or more.
>>6299685A true goddess among women.
>>6299685
>>6299625Of course she does. She's the heir to the Flower Kingdom. As the heir, she must surpass the ordinary person in all things, be it skill or craft or taste.>>6299643For various reasons, I am going for "Female Astartes/Primarch" in terms of her proportions, so she would not be "stretched" as one may normally expect for such height, yes. No, before you ask, this is not going to be a surprise 40k crossover where her nudist tendencies actually mean that she's a long lost Custodian in mourning, having forsaken her regalia to grieve the Emperor.She has a full war regalia. It's been locked away and is being studied by the Boar Empire's top men. They have NO IDEA how the fuck it works, because it and you was the Flower King's magnum opus in terms of his artifice.Her casual nudism was not deliberate, he considered it a design flaw that showed up too late for him to scrap the project and restart. Your father found it extremely amusing that rather than scandalous, your sheer confidence and charisma had the men of the Kingdom raving over her purity of spirit. "There's nothing lewd about our pure princess' body! Get your mind out of the gutter!">>6299666What? Princess Roxy has a rather abundant melon patch in the gardens of both Rosebridge (the keep she maintains as Heir to the Kingdom) and Castle Pavot (the court of her personal demense). She would often distribute them to the poor on holidays, and gives classes on how to raise them. It's one of her favorite hobbies.Besides herself, the only organization with rights to cultivate the melon strains that she created are the Poor Brothers of St. Arbuste and the Little Sisters of St. Petunia (who run the Poor Houses and Orphanages of Pavot Town, respectively). Being able to sell the Princess' Melons, which are some of the highest quality cultivars in the Flower Kingdom, has become a splendid source of income for both organizations.Your reaction makes it sound like I was talking about her boobs or something. Though everything that applies to her melons applies to her boobs as well, at least in regards to their quality.>>6299669Down, Miss Inukai. That's not happening in this quest.>>6299731Sir, how absolutely dare you. Princess Roxy is a pure and unsullied virgin who is probably a better lay than most of the Flower Kingdom's prostitutes, considering that upon her 25th birthday she spent a month training under the best prostitute in the Flower Kingdom... without taking part in any activities that would sully her virginity. Her father was pissed off, because that was not what he meant when he said she should strive to exceed ordinary women in all things. is far, far too autistic to have sexual thoughts. She can get in the mood if she wants, but that requires meditations and increasing the prana flowing through her sacral chakra. It's not underdeveloped by any means, but...
>>6299763>is far, far too autistic to have sexual thoughts.Perhaps we have more in common than I thought.
>>6299763I can just imagine princess Roxy just causally trying stuff for a week and just immediately being better at it than a master. She must be a nightmare for all her potential husbands haha.
>>6299763So the father is a scheming man. Who sees people as tools and has vast magical and genetic knowledge.Not a 50K crossover quest.... sure i believe it when i dont see it ;-) Continue writing QM. So far its an enjoyable ride
>>6299566>>Some of these trees appear to be growing fruit that looks rather tasty.
>>6299763>Though everything that applies to her melons applies to her boobs as well, at least in regards to their quality.Ah but can the fleshy melons produce milk as nourishing as those that flow from the Princess' teats? I thought not
Deciding that the fruit of the mushroom trees looks rather tasty, you make that your luncheon for the day. Climbing up to pick them feels like it would be a waste of time, and while you could just leap up and grab it from the branches, you have a better idea. When you studied the cultivation of chestnuts under the careful tutelage of Goodman Granger - the yeoman who ran the royal chestnut orchard - he showed you one of the magic tools they used to quickly shake all the nut-bearing fruits of a chestnut tree free.You don't have such a magic tool on you, but you have two strong arms. Replicating what it did should be a simple matter.The alpha stormwolf gives you a curious look as you wrap your arms around the stalk of the nearest fruit-bearing great mushrooms. It is suprisingly soft against your skin. You can feel a firm core like wood beneath the outer flesh, but rather than rough bark the mushroom's outermost layer feels more like a silky pillow that's been stuffed with fluffed bamboo fibers. Once your fingers have dug into the flesh and you have a firm grip upon it, you take a deep breath and push the resulting prana through the chakra of your solar plexus.With the power that creates your arms begin to vibrate just as rapidly as the fork-tongs of Goodman Granger's harvesting tool. The alpha stormwolf gives a surprised yelp at the power surging through your arms. It must look rather unnatural, as the tongs oscillated with such great speed that their shape became an indistinct blur to the ordinary eye. Your eyes could keep track of its precise motion, of course, and your arms now mimic it exactly, causing the mushroom stalk and its many branch to vibrate vigorously.Plop, plop, plop! The stems snap and the fruit falls from the great mushroom onto the soft mycelium floor of the forest. You stop shaking your arms after a dozen of them fall. That should be plenty of fruit to fill you up. If you need more later, there is an abundance of fruit bearing fungi all around you, so you don't need to be greedy.The fruit has a savory and meaty taste to it, with just the barest hint of spice that reminds you of the bright red peppers that grow in the southern provinces. Rather than seeds, there are spores all throughout the flesh of the fruit whose nature might have proven problematic for an ordinary adventure. You don't know exactly what they would do, but just like the spores you breath in through the air, your heart chakra burns them away. If you ever want to feed your sisters these fruits, though, you will need to cook them thoroughly. Hopefully that doesn't ruin the taste. After eating your fill, your path towards the Greatest Mushroom Tree leads you to a camp of goblinoids.>Sneak around them.>Spy on whatever they might be doing.>Walk through the camp and continue on your way. It's not like they're a threat.>Might as well clear them out and see if they have any interesting magic stones.
>>6299893>Spy on them. Probably at least a somewhat suitable chance to gain some intel on this place and if they have something that makes it worth our time butchering them all
>>6299893>>Walk through the camp and continue on your way. It's not like they're a threat.Boss move
>>6299893Also... with that text about feeding the sisters. Are they here as well? Did we leave them in the first room?
>>6299897+1>>6299904I think they must be captives of the Boars.
I want to HUG you, OP.Although getting hugged by the MC would be swell as well.
>>6299893>Walk through the camp and continue on your way. It's not like they're a threat.I want to see how many tries to grab our ass and boobs
>>6299893>Walk through the camp and continue on your way. It's not like they're a threat.>>6299763>What? Princess Roxy has a rather abundant melon patchYes, I can see. But as you saw by the sweat, I'm quite parched from the conversation!
>>6299893>Walk through the camp and continue on your way. It's not like they're a threat.
>>6299893Might as well clear them out and see if they have any interesting magic stones.Never forget that overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer.
>>6299893>>Spy on whatever they might be doing.
>>6299807It takes her about a month to reach a level of mastery that she's satisfied with to perform her duties as the Heir. Generally, she's still not as good as the people she learned from in each of their particular crafts, but between the fact that she has an eidetic memory that never forgets anything she learns and the fact that she learned from the best, she would likely qualify as a master in each of those crafts. Better than many masters, even, those not as good as many more. One of the reasons why she prefers bookish men is that they tend to be able to keep up with her mind more, and book learning is not something she can speedrun the way she can master the trades by watching a master work and copying what they do perfectly. She can read faster than most scholars, but 10,000 hours of scholarly work becoming one tenth of that is still a significant time investment for her.>>6299815The Flower King shares many traits with Big E, but he is also different in many ways. For instance, he would never look at any of his children as if they were the rasp he needs to grind the bars of his prison. He has plans for Roxy, sure, and he wanted to make the perfect Heir... but he still sees her as a daughter more than a tool for his ambitions.>>6299872Princess Roxy has not yet had any children, so she cannot nurse or produce milk yet.>>6299904No, it is as anon has said. Your younger sisters are captives of the Boar Empire. Your youngest sister is under the protection of the Seventh Prince of the Boar Empire, as they had been having secret correspondence and had been planning to announce an engagement after running their plans by their parents. He was not informed of the invasion plans until the last minute, and had to rush over to the City of Roses to keep her safe during the sack. He also burned some of his political capital to ensure that his brothers and sisters in law received treatment appropriate to their station.Unfortunately, his sadist of a father overruled him on matters regarding Princess Roxy. He has a desire to humiliate the bloodlines of all conquered nations, so he put all of that onto you since one of his more competent sons made targeting the rest of your family inconvenient. Thus Princess Roxy was stripped, whipped through the city, and thrown into the Hollow Labyrinth with a Scrying Node meant to record an unseemly and degrading death.>>6299913I am giving you a hug over the internet. Thank you for the warm wishes, anon!
>>6299957>whipped through the cityI don't remember her mentioning any injuries or whip marks. What else did we go through during captivity? Branding? Crucifixion? Groping? (well the last one is pretty obvious)
>>6299957So more Imperium Ascendant than 40K emporer. Good to know. And sad that the sisters arent here. We could have turned them into hulking Killing Machines as well. Oh well. We will just have to find some good loot for the first thing that normal physical might can not overcome. I do assume Roxy is capable of magic as well?
>>6299966She is obviously so tough that normal whips dont do anything or the shallow wounds heal almost instantly. Especially considering what her immune system is capable of.
>>6299893>Walk through the camp and continue on your way. It's not like they're a threat.>>6299957Makes me wonder how we got captured and restrained if we're so strong
>>6299973The Boars would realize this and not use a normal whip. The point is to humiliate and make her bleed.
Hmm maybe some flashback posts would help answer the questions.
>>6299957>but he still sees her as a daughter more than a tool for his ambitions.I remember when Big E was heartbroken by what happened to Sangy and what he had to do to Horus after he killed the guardsman. Damn retcons.
>autistic perfectionist amazon warrior princess questAlright, I'm intrigued. Wonder how her father dealt with her eccentricities for so long
>>6299893>Might as well clear them out and see if they have any interesting magic stonesGoblins are the mortal enemy of sexy princesses, they must be eliminated.
"Rakanishu!" One of the goblins make a wretched gremlin sound when its beady yellow eyes catch you marching brazenly into their camp from the woodline without sparing a single thought for its occupants. As you stop to orient yourself and get a better look at the glowing ghostly mushroom tree, the little green beast charges you bravely and boldly, with a rusty iron spear in its hand. A deadly enough weapon that no doubt claimed the lives of many beasts, fish, and perhaps even a novice adventurer who didn't know the proper procedures for killing goblins.The lesser metal shatters against your skin as uselessly as the whips that - a mirthless chuckle escapes your mouth at the thought - "drove" you through the City of Roses the other day. You only played along with their games because that corpulent swine that called himself the First Prince declared the entire city of Pavot Town his hostages to assure your compliance. You could have slaughtered the Prince and his so-called elite guard just as easily as this goblin, which now squawks in fear that his all out attack failed to even leave a mark upon your flawless skin. Unfortunately, the soldiers occupying the city would then have ample time to butcher no less than 5% of Pavot Town's citizenry before you cut them all down yourself. Unacceptable.A lesser royal would have put her pride above the lives of her people, but you are not the pathetic sort of Princess who needs her people to sacrifice for her sake. The duty of the Heir is to the Kingdom, and the Kingdom is its people from the lowest beggar to its highest prince. You bare your purity to the world without a thought on a daily basis; that and a few tickling lashes from the Boar Emperor's personal guard were no great sacrifice to be made. In exchange for twenty thousand lives? You swindled the Emperor and his favored son.Neither were exactly that creative in their attempts to humiliate you. Even the goblins show more creativity than those fools. With their spears and clubs breaking upon your skin - a trick of prana circulation that your new earring has made far more efficient! - they tried to grapple you. When that failed, they fashioned rope lassos and attempt to rein you in like a caught head of cattle.A fruitless endeavor. Even with eight of them to a rope and four ropes having caught your body, you pull them along with hardly any effort.Creative as the beasts may be, they're just so weak. As you cross the camp to a chorus of slings and arrows bouncing uselessly off your skin, you pass by an unfortunate sight. It's common, you see, for goblins to capture female adventures, drug them into compliance, and, well...Force them into maid outfits and make them clean up their goblin hovels. A dreadful fate for a warrior.>Leave her be. She's not asking to be saved.>Help the poor woman. Who knows what terrible messes she's been made to clean.>Kill the goblins and be off. She'll figure out something for herself.
>>6300133>Chat with her, learn who she is and how she came to be here, and see if she wants saving or not
>>6300133>>Help the poor woman. Who knows what terrible messes she's been made to clean.
>>6300133>>Kill the goblins and be off. She'll figure out something for herself.
>>6300133>Help the poor woman. Who knows what terrible messes she's been made to clean.>Then grab the highest ranking Goblin you can and shove him in a maid outfit.
>>6300133>>Help the poor woman. Who knows what terrible messes she's been made to clean.I'd also like to stuff the biggest and toughest goblin in a maid suit like >>6300146 said, if that's allowed
>>6300133>Help the poor woman. Who knows what terrible messes she's been made to clean.We gotta get a team together, plus we want someone to swoon over us and tell us how amazing we are all the time.
>>6300133+1 to>>6300146Build an army to train. So that when we manage to get out taking a city hostage wont matter. Our new loyal blades wiĺl have it infiltrates beforehand to disrupt any attempts at killing its citizenry
>>6299966Think Cersei's walk of shame in game of thrones, but if the Kingsguard was whipping and flogging her all the way to the entrance of the Hollow Labyrinth. With a caveat that Princess Roxy does not care if people see her nude, her spirit is too pure, and that the whipping and flogging didn't actually do anything to her. The Emperor even complained, telling her to stop doing whatever it was that kept her men from harming her.Princess Roxy's response was: "Doing what?"That really set off his inferiority complex. Which, the current Emperor of the Boar Empire is a sad, weak, and sadistic man who killed all of his brothers to achieve the throne. His inferiority complex (he was the least competent and most violent of them) is what made it very, very easy for the Senate to use him as a puppet for their political games. He knows this, which is one of the reasons he lashes out so much and makes largely pointless gestures like what he did to Princess Roxy.In terms of his potential heirs... the First Prince is basically mini him, the Second Prince is the result of his most competent brother cucking him is a dutiful and competent soul, and the Seventh Prince is probably an ideal heir. Had Princess Roxy met him, she probably would have approved of his and her youngest sister's little romance.>>6299972Princess Roxy is a capable sorcerer, artificer, cleric, alchemist, and sage. By her own standards, she is passable, by the standards of most other people she is an expert in each discipline.>>6300122Yes. They would stuff her in a maid outfit, horror of all horrors. Those things are so modest that Princess Roxy would not be able to show people a glimpse of perfection to brighten their days.>>6300160This write in is acceptable, but the elf you're rescuing might be very embarrassed (she's wearing the only maid outfit in the camp).
>>6300133>>Help the poor woman. Who knows what terrible messes she's been made to clean.As if being born an elf wasn't punishment enough!
>>6300133>>6300146+1. It shouldn't be too hard to get her original clothes back after we stuff the leader in the maid costume.Also, classic maid uniforms are sexier than modern fetishized maid outfits. Fite me.
>>6300240>super high cut side part>"classic"Right. kek Also if the silica gel was soaking in the tea for long enough it would be completely harmless.
>>6300268To be fair, the artist of the character on the right, throtem, typically doesn't have her wear most of her uniform... or the rest of his maids, either.Left character, however, wears that uniform because centurii-chan digs it.
>>6300280>out of uniformThis is a breach of conduct and I am putting forth a formal motion for reprimand.
>>6300281Reprimand away. She's the chief maid underwear inspector.Also I'm pretty sure she's committed war crimes.
>>6298650wait a minute, you seem familiar...
>>6300146+1 to this!>>6300230>QM appears to be anti-YuriNo ship bait, but the question remains: Elf babe wat do?
>>6300625Roxy might be superhuman. But she still needs to sleep. Having a lookout and someone to attend Roxy would probably be worth it. Also possible follower for when she manages to break out.
You looked to the dazed elf whom the goblins doubtlessly drugged into dopey docility with some dubious fungus or another. The reverberations of her soul whisper of a strong foundation, with strength enough that even in her reduced state, her heart burns away the spores that fill the cavern's air. Though whether the house has been torn down or has yet to be built is something you cannot feel. Either way, it would be a waste to leave her here in service to the goblins. Even if it takes time for her wits to return, two is a far better number than one when it comes to delving through a dungeon as dangerous as the Hollow Labyrinth."GUIHAHA!"A loud smack to your rear is accompanied by a squeal of triumph from the burliest goblin. Oh, it seems that he managed to lasso your neck while you were contemplating the elven woman, and has fallen under the mistaken impression that his futile tugs upon the rope are the reason why you've stopped moving. Before his groping hand can grab at anything else, you flex your neck muscles with enough force to make the rope burst."Raka nana!?" the way the color drains from the creatures face as the tatters shreds of the rope fall to the ground amuses you. Especially with the disbelief in its eyes, which track the slowest moving piece with desperation. "Guihahaha... gira taka."It seems oddly resigned as you hoist it over your shoulder and march to the elf. Another flex bursts the ropes that the other goblins tried to bind you with, not because their weight hampered you, but because you'd rather avoid any more mistaken impressions from them. They all rather obediently stand they with slack jaws, their eyes not on your pure and perfect female form, but the snapped ropes in their hands."Excuse me, miss, but I need to borrow that," you tell the elf, who gives you a dopey and empty-headed look. You take the broom from her hands and put it on the ground. Then, with a single smooth motion, you pull the maid outfit off her body, leaving her in a thin white underdress. With the same grace, you slip it over the head of the goblin that smacked your butt, and pull his arms through the sleeves. With a kick, you fling the broom into the air and catch it, giving it a twirl and then shoving it into the goblin's hands. "Clean your own den from now on. Understand?"The goblin stares at you, and then down at the broom in its hands. Then, after a moment, its eyes go back to you and it gives a chastened nod. "Gui.""Good gob," you say. The elf continues staring absently between you and the goblin, before you scoop her petite figure up and throw her over your shoulder. Looking back, you tell the goblins. "I'll be taking my elf and leaving. Feel free to follow me if you're looking for an even harsher punishment.""Bai bai," the elf says to goblins with a dopey wave.Now that you've rescued the maid...>Continue on to the giant mushroom.>Try to sober her up through mundane means.>Try purging her system with magic
>>6300743>Try purging her system with magicBy a river or some bushes, of course.
>>6300743>Try purging her system with magic
>>6300743>Try purging her system with magicGet those maid drugs out of her system. I don't want to lug around a loopy pile of elf meat.
>>6300743>>Try purging her system with magic
>>6300743Purge her. With magic.I mean. Purge her systems with magic
>>6300743>Try purging her system with magicWe've seen her brawn, let's see her brains
>>6300743>>Try to sober her up through mundane means.
>>6300743>Try to sober her up through mundane means.Roxy knows her alchemy and medicine. I am sure she can figure something out.
Fortunately, you recognize the elf's dopey and docile demeanor as an effect of a rare - and modestly magical - species of mushroom called a sklavenpilz. As you recall, it is primarily harvested within the less dangerous sister dungeons of the Hollow Labyrinth by novice adventurers, and is refined into a mild marital aid for men and women who have difficulty relaxing and getting into "the mood". Prior to refinement and purification, it possesses a number of other active ingredients that mute its mild aphrodisiac effect and cause a light-headed sensation of broad-spectrum happiness, contentment, and agreeability.Those latter effects are why a robust black market exists to traffic the mushroom to the deserts up north, where slavery remains a common practice. It's a given that the goblins here use the natural abundance of sklavenpilz in this room of the dungeon to keep captured adventurers obediently grabbing things from the top shelves and keeping their filthy goblin huts clean.It takes roughly seventy two hours for the drug to naturally leave a person's system.You'd rather not wait that long.Unfortunately, you have not seen any of the catalogued antidotes to the effects of sklavenpilz growing in the cavern. There's a non-zero chance that you could refine something from the spores that saturate the air. From their taste, they're a remarkably complex magically active substance that can act as a painkiller, an anticongestant, a fever reducer, a carrier of positive energy for wound healing, a general antitoxin, and - to your mild annoyance - a potent aphrodisiac. All of those are side effects of how its parasitizes the host creature, however, so it would take a few months to isolate the beneficial effects in absence of its attempt to hook you into the mycelial hive mind. "Magic it is then..." you say, somewhat disappointed in yourself for relying on a shortcut. "Brace yourself, miss, this will feel a bit... intense.""Kay..." the elf lazily drawls, a dopey smile filling her face.Laying her down upon the soft mycelium forest floor, you strip her of her white gown. Not of any prurient interest, but because the fabric would get in the way. Placing one hand on the physical location of her third eye chakra, your other hand finds her sacral chakra right below her naval. Usually, the heart chakra would be what you would use to purge toxins, but for all its side effects the sklavenpilz is a largely beneficial medicine. So to counteract its effects of relaxation and torpor, you will need to inject prana into the chakra that governs excitement and arousal.Taking a deep breath, you push the prana through your hands and into her astral body. Her physical body tenses up, her gaze suddenly sharpens, her teeth bite into the mushroom you place in her mouth, her entire body flushes red, and... as you expected, she experiences a powerful and violent bodily discharge of orgone saturated fluids that spray out to a distance of nearly one meter.
>>6301285"Holy sun and moon..." the elven woman finally speaks when she comes down from the high of having that much prana pushed through her sacral chakra. It took her nearly ten minutes to come down, and she nearly bit through the mushroom that you gave her. Her face remains flushed, and her breathing remains heavy, but you expect she will fully calm down within the span of half an hour or so. "You weren't kidding when you said that was going to be intense. That's definitely one way to pierce a fog laid over the mind. Thank you, by the way.""You're welcome," you say, handing her the dress. Fortunately, you kept her clothes out of the discharge zone.She slips the white cloth back over her head. Looking at you with clear eyes for the first time, she asks a question that new members of your court often ask when they first see you outside of places where ceremony and protocol dictate what you must wear: "Why are you naked?"How do you answer?>The Emperor of the Boar Empire had you stripped and thrown naked into the Labyrinth.>You're simply more comfortable nude when clothes are not necessary.>You have nothing to feel ashamed of that's worth covering up.>Why are you wearing clothes?>[Wax philosophically about the honesty of bare flesh]
>>6301287>Because I like the way it feels.>Why are you wearing clothes?
>>6301289>Also, if I was wearing clothes, I might have been annoyed at needing them to be cleaned.
>>6301287>>[Wax philosophically about the honesty of bare flesh]
>>6301287>[Wax philosophically about the honesty of bare flesh]
>>6301287>The Emperor of the Boar Empire had you stripped and thrown naked into the Labyrinth.Supply additional info too.
>>6301287>[Wax philosophically about the honesty of bare flesh]freak princess freak princess freak princess
>>6301287+1 to >>6301324She is also stuck here. So best work together
>>6300240>>6300280Thank you anon for reminding me that Throtem, the absolute king of kings maid drawer, exists. Where did you learn the l o r e of his maids?>>6301326Less, "freak", more "autistic"
>>6301405Centurii-chan, the artist of Executioner Maid, has a thing for fat boobs and fancy clothes, and I have a thing for fat boobs and sharp objects. So I learned about him through her fanart that I posted earlier.Also, skateboard maids are hot too.>Captcha: GATDMIndeed.
>>6301287>The Emperor of the Boar Empire had you stripped and thrown naked into the Labyrinth.>You don't mind it too much but it was still kind of a dick move
>>6301287>The Emperor of the Boar Empire had you stripped and thrown naked into the Labyrinth.
>>6301287>>You have nothing to feel ashamed of that's worth covering up.>>[Wax philosophically about the honesty of bare flesh]
>>6301287>The Emperor of the Boar Empire had you stripped and thrown naked into the Labyrinth.Let’s not be exhibition ist
You arch an eyebrow at the elven woman and ask, "Does it look like I've anything so shameful that it ought be hidden away?""Ah, you're a pervert then," the elven woman replies."A Princess, thank you," you blithely inform her. "Princess Roxanne Juliette la Étoilée de la Fleur, First Princess of the Flower Kingdom, Grand Duchess of the Pavot March, and Princess of Rosebridge, to be precise. Flogged through the streets and thrown into this labyrinth in the vain hope that I would die a wretched and horrible death. At least, that's what the Boar Emperor wished me after he had his knights rip up my favorite gown and unseal the labyrinth's portal."It's the elven woman's turn to arch an eyebrow at you, as she stands up and dusts off her shift. "You don't seem all that torn up about it.""I find the air more comfortable upon my skin that the coarse fabrics of a ballgown," you admit. Your heightened senses can be a curse sometimes, as only the finest weaves of silk that flow more like water than a fabric do not grate your skin like sandpaper. You can feel every stitch, every weave, every knit as though fine cotton were the coarsest of linens. "Besides, I have spent over twenty five years sculpting my body into a work of art. It would be cruel to deny the common folk a glimpse of passing perfection, so why would I shroud it for the sake of fleeting modesty?""You are most generous, Princess Pervert," the elven woman stretches herself out, standing up to the tips of her toes and reaching her arms out to the heavens. Once she hears a satisfying pop to her joints, she bends down low to touch her toes. "I'll be sure to ogle you only as much as polite.""Very good then," you say with a nod. Looking towards the glowing, giant tree, you ask, "What should I call you?""Astaroth of 4977," she replies. "Astra for short.""You may call me Roxy then," you extend her the courtesy......and she throws it right back at you, "Nah, I'll keep calling you Pervert until you put some damned clothes on."You blink. Most people tend to bend over backwards the moment they learn of your title and status. Rudeness without hostility is positively novel. "You'll be calling me pervert for quite some time, then.""Good on you, Roxy-perv," she says, calling you something that would probably make more sense in Elvish. "If you're gonna stand for something, running around starker's ain't the worst thing, for sure. So what's the plan? Between the goblin drugs and you prana pumping my soul's g-spot, my memories are scattered all over the place. I don't rightly remember what I was doing down here."What's the plan?>Continue on to the giant tree.>Look for a way out of this room.>See if she wants some revenge against the goblins.>Spend some time hunting monsters and gathering materials.>Finding or creating a base of operations to work out of.
>>6301686>Continue on to the giant tree.Just as a starting point>Tell me about elvesWhy'd give you a number and take away your name?
>>6301686>Continue on to the giant tree.
>>6301703+1
>>6301703A piece of information that Roxy knows about elves is that when they introduce themselves like that, it generally refers to the year they were born. That was roughly three centuries ago.
>>6301686>Continue on to the giant tree.>"Then lets continue to the tree. It might help your memories and we are gonna be down here for quite a while what with the boar sealing the entrance"
>>6301686>Spend some time hunting monsters and gathering materials.Those elves speak some sort of japanese I just know it.
>>6301686>Continue on to the giant tree."I promise we'll get you a cuter maid outfit if we find one."
>>6301686>Continue on to the giant tree
You point towards the giant glowing ghostly mushroom and say, "I wanted to investigate the great mushroom tree first. I know little enough of dungeoneering, but a mushroom would not grow to such a size lest it stood at a convergence of mana. If that is not where the floor boss lays in wait, then I am quite certain that we'll find something there that's of use."Astra's pale green eyes follow your finger and blink in surprise when they come to rest upon the giant mushroom. With a sniff of the air, she nods her head. "Yeah, I can smell the magic pouring off that thing from here. Definitely worth checking out."She follows you through the mycelium forest. The two of you walk and talk about the circumstances of your arrival in the dungeon. You tell her of the Boar Empire's sudden and unprovoked invasion, how the dastardly fiends took your people hostage, and how the way out of the labyrinth has been barred by through the invocation of a Full Completion Run. High risk and high reward for the Boar Empire, as it guarantees you cannot escape... but the rewards for slaying monsters have greatly increased.A lesser incubus would only rarely drop a magic crystal of such high quality as to provide a full resistance bonus against not one, but two types of damage. You could already harden your skin through the flow of prana, but wearing that ring upon your ear eases the burden of maintaining that defense by a hundred fold. Astra admits to being a novice adventurer. An elf who left the Elvenglens the moment she reached adulthood and - enamored by tales of adventurers - joined a women's only guild. Her judgment of people appears to be lacking, as those women used her as bait to escape from the goblin horde the moment they got in over their heads."That was a while ago," she says. "What year is it, again?""5326," you tell her."Wow, it's been over three hundred years since I got here," she blinks. "Well, I suppose that's only a little while. My old man's walkabout lasted a thousand years or so, before he came back and settle down. Apparently I have a few important bloodlines that descend from my half-siblings...""Fascinating," you tell her. "I suppose when you live that long, and spend so much time spreading you wild oat... I'd wonder if I'm related to you, but father says my mother never carried me.""Really?" Astra asks, suddenly quite fascinated."Aye," you nod. "Mother is mother, but unlike my younger siblings, I came from a tube beneath Mount Lilyrose."Before you can elaborate, you find yourself approaching the clearing where the great glowing mushroom tree grows. Resting beneath it, there is a chimera beast with mushrooms growing from its back...>Try to sneak around it to approach the mushroom tree.>Use the elf as bait to distract it.>Wrestle it into submission and put it into a strangle hold.>Attempt to end it rightly in its sleep.>Maybe it's friendly! Approach with a strong handshake and a smile.
>>6302190>Maybe it's friendly! Approach with a strong handshake and a smile.
>>6302190>>Wrestle it into submission and put it into a strangle hold.The time honored tradition of royalty strangling a lion with their bare hands
>>6302190>Wrestle it into submission and put it into a strangle hold.Lion strangling time
>>6302190>Maybe it's friendly! Approach with a strong handshake and a smileOur Roxy the monster tamer!!
>>6302190>Wrestle it into submission and put it into a strangle hold.>"You might wanna stay back a bit. Dont want you getting hurt if it thrashes around. You can give my newest puppy scritches in the meantime" gestures to the massive wolf creature
>>6302190>Wrestle it into submission and put it into a strangle hold.Finally, a worthy challenge!
>>6302190>Wrestle it into submission and put it into a strangle hold.
>>6302190>Boop the snoot
"Pupper," you say, and the alpha that's been following you stalks out of the shadows on the forest. Astra gives a little meep when it - who is nearly as tall as you are while standing on all fours - strides up next to her. He's a handsome boyo, with sleek black fur striped with shocks of gold like lightning. "Keep Astra safe, will you? Those mushrooms on its back smell explosive, and there might be a splash zone."The wolf nods.The elf panics."W-W-Why is a alpha stormwolf here!?" Astra keeps her voice from a shout, but the whisper is harsh and coarse. She does her best to avoid letting out another meep when your pupper gently grabs the collar of her shirt in his mouth and tosses her deftly onto his back. "Stormwolves are the most dangerous monsters on the first floor, outside of the region bosses! You know, the monstrously powerful things you need to slay to draw out the Floor Guardian?""Is the chimera there one of those region bosses?" you ask. Your voice is calm as still waters."Probably!" Astra replies, still in a slight panic. Her eyes widen. "Wait, wait, wait, you're not planning on fighting that thing alone, are you? You need a full party if you hope to-"Unfortunately, before she can finish her unnecessary tactical advice, you've already strode out into the clearing and approached the chimera. The great beast, with a lion's head, a serpent for a tail, an eagle's wings, and the curled horns of a ram stirs at your approach, its eyes burning like crimson embers. You can smell the death of a hundred adventurers upon its breath, and see the venom dripping from its tail."Harum... are you an offering from some foolish adventurers?" the chimera rumbles. "Do they think of me as my lowly brother minotaur, who might be swayed by the gift of a beautiful maid? Tell me where the companions who send you to your death hide, fair maiden, and I shall slaughter them for this insult and permit you to go free.""You are a moste noble beast, chimera," you say as you approach the unguarded creature. He preens at your praise, rumbling with pride... and not taking you for a threat. You need to correct that assumption. Stroking his glorious mane, you continue, "However..."Your arm goes from stroking the creature to grabbing it by the neck. Your grip is too strong and too tight for the chimera to escape it, no matter how much he flaps his wings or struggles with his powerful legs. You vaguely feel the teeth of his tail shatter in an attempt to bite your skin, as you shift your stance to gain better leverage. With a mighty heave, you hoist the beast up into the air, and then slam it in suplex to the ground with such force that its death is instant and painless.What spoils do you claim from the monster?>A lion pelt cloak that further increases your defenses.>A feathered earring that will help you jump higher and further.>A horned headdress that will increase your magic power.>A serpent fang dagger imbued with potent venom.
>>6302490>A lion pelt cloak that further increases your defensesA cloak wont hide too much i hope
>>6302490>A feathered earring that will help you jump higher and further.Mobility enhancements often unlock new optionsAlso RIP chimera, he was a decent dude.
>>6302539Must've been the lion in him.
>>6302490>A lion pelt cloak that further increases your defenses.Not because Roxy needs it, but because she likes how fluffy it is.
>>6302490>>A lion pelt cloak that further increases your defenses.
>>6302490>>A feathered earring that will help you jump higher and furtherNo clothing!
>>6302490>A lion pelt cloak that further increases your defenses.If it feels good on our super-sensitive skin and makes it easier to negotiate with prudes, why not?RIP chimerabro.
>>6302521Cloak will allow you to hide nips if desired, but generally will not hide much, no.>>6302539>>6302593He's a zone guardian. Those don't die for realsies unless the dungeon gets destroyed. No guarantee on recruiting him later, but he's on a respawn timer. Note how you did not get a magic stone from him... as you would have gotten from the goblins if you slaughtered them all.>>6302542>>6302593Yes. The floof will feel good on her sin, unlike most woven fabrics.
>>6302490>>A lion pelt cloak that further increases your defenses.Roxy might be a nudist, but drip is drip. Maybe the elf can wear it, worst comes to worst.
>>6302490>A lion pelt cloak that further increases your defenses.Wear it like a toga, it's sophisticated
>>6302625>One boob outRight on, best of both worlds.
>>6302490>A feathered earring that will help you jump higher and further.A worthy adversary
>>6302490>A lion pelt cloak that further increases your defensesAlso, question for DQ. Does Roxy's skin sensitivity mean there won't be a chance for chainmail bikini shenanigans?
As the corpse of the chimera fades into motes of light, a fluffy fur lined cloak pops into existence and floats down into your hands. Long enough to reach the back of your knees, its hood emulates the shape of a lion's head. The fur also happens to be soft and silky smooth in a way that doesn't irritate your skin. Perhaps not as fine as your raiment, but it's something that you could tolerate wearing if you needed to."That was..." riding up on the pupper, Astra stares at you with wide green eyes. "Anticlimactic. Seriously making me feel inadequate as an adventurer.""He was a noble hearted beast," you say, throwing the [Pelt of the Nemean Lion] over your shoulders. "It would have dishonored him to hold back simply to allow the fight to drag on. Virtue must be honored with strength commensurate to its worth. It is not as though he was a misbehaving pup who needed a bop upon his snout to remember to behave."The stormwolf alpha whimpers, remembering how you chastised him early that day."Right..." Astra sounds uncertain. Perhaps things are done differently in the elvenglades. "Well, you've just killed the boss of this region, and your status says that there are three more to go before the Floor Guardian comes out.""Status?" you ask. You know the meaning of the word, but you don't know how that would tell her how many more regional bosses you need to kill."Elven divination magic," Astra explains it without explaining anything. When she realizes her blunder, she elaborates that, "It invokes the knowledge of the Tome Aeternal to read all the information that exists about something, and then condenses it into a digestable visual format. Of course, you need to have read the Tome Aeternal without going mad first for it to work, and what exactly you get from it is limited by your access levels."You scratch your chin. "And what does it say of me, besides the matter of the Region Bosses and Floor Guardian.""Not much," Astra admits. "Even your basic attributes are hidden behind an [access denied] warning. Just about the only thing I can read are your tailoring sizes, and I'm just gonna come out and say that J-Cups are entirely unfair to the rest of us, you know.""It is my purpose to exceed the ordinary in all things," you explain to her."Right..." she says. "Anyways, what now? Region boss is dead, we're at the giant glowing tree, and the gods only know what time it is."What do you do?>Set up camp. You only came here to see if it would lead you forward, and the chimera accomplished that.>Shake the mushroom and see if anything interesting falls out. (Roll a d100)>Punch the tree really, REALLY hard. >See if you can uproot the mushroom tree and bring it with you.
>>6302787>Set up camp. You only came here to see if it would lead you forward, and the chimera accomplished that.Damaging a local natural wonder is beneath us.
>>6302787>Shake the mushroom and see if anything interesting falls out. (Roll a d100)TRY OUR LUCK!
>>6302787>Punch the tree really, REALLY hard.horrible tree
Rolled 86 (1d100)>>6302787>>Shake the mushroom and see if anything interesting falls out. (Roll a d100)
>>6302787>Punch the tree really, REALLY hard.
Rolled 32 (1d100)>>6298835so it really is him, nice>>6301285>aking a deep breath, you push the prana through your hands and into her astral body. Her physical body tenses up, her gaze suddenly sharpens, her teeth bite into the mushroom you place in her mouth, her entire body flushes red, and... as you expected, she experiences a powerful and violent bodily discharge of orgone saturated fluids that spray out to a distance of nearly one meter.nice>>6302787>Shake the mushroom and see if anything interesting falls out. (Roll a d100)rolling
>>6302787>>Punch the tree really, REALLY hard.
Mushrooms. They are neither plant nor animal. They are an abomination and an affront to all true life on this world. No they don't belong on steaks, fuck off.
>>6302787>Shake the mushroom and see if anything interesting falls out. (Roll a d100)
>>6303019I am retard
>>6303020>Dice rolling follows /tg/'s format (e.g., "dice+2d6" without the quotes in the options field rolls 2d6).
>>6302787Wait, aren’t we supposed to roll the dice to shake the shroom AFTER DQ asks us for rolls?
As strange and most likely monstrous as the great glowing mushroom is, you don't want to rip down a natural wonder for the sake of glory or to assert your dominance over the monsters of this region. Such things are beneath you, a towering titan of tree-shroom like this should be celebrated and memorialized. Perhaps, if you have time later, and some filter masks available, you'll bring one of your court-painters down here to have it immortalized upon the canvas.For now, however, the little gremlin troublemaker that gave your father so many headaches in your youth has resurfaced and demands to know something important.If the giant mushroom is so shiny that it glows, surely it must have something equally shiny in its branches, no?"We probably don't want to camp to close to this thing," Astra advises, her eyes drifting along the clouds of glimmering spores that surround the titanoshroom. You've paid them little mind as your heart chakra has burnt them all away, but to someone more ordinary than you... "If nothing else, this many spores are gonna make a mess of the lungs and- wait, what are you doing?"She's caught you in an embrace of the tree trunk, much as you had wrapped your arms around the fruit bearing mushrooms earlier."Oh no." Her eyes grow wide in concern. She looks to the wolf and says, "Mr. Pupper, I think the mind-slaver spores have gotten to your boss. You need to grab her cloak and drag her away so that we can detox her and-""It's nothing so dangerous," you tell her. "I just want to see if there's something shiny.""What?" Astra doesn't understand what you just said.You pay her question no mind, and begin to vibrate your arms. In turn, the great tree trunk also begins to vibrate, and with it a great buzzing fills the air of the cavern, echoing off the walls and filling it with sound from the lake to the village to the falls from whence you came. "What." Astra stares up at the vibrating tree with a blank and disbelieving expression.The pupper makes a sympathetic noise, placing an understanding paw upon her shoulder.The cloud of spores is blown away by the vibrations in the air, sending a wave of light being sent across the canopy of the mushroom forest. For near a minute nothing more happens. But then, with a satisfying thud, a single fruit falls from its branches and lands a few meters from you.Unlike the previous fruit, you can feel the magic pulsing through this one. It is as though ten thousand and one years of prana, lifesblood, and orgone that has fallen onto the mycelium floor of the forest has been concentrated into a single lumpy peach. It is certainly a fruit of great and terrible power.>Consume the fruit and take its power.>Astra could probably use a power-up to keep up with you.>Wolves can eat fruit, right? Feed it to the pupper.>You could probably process this into a batch of potent healing elixirs.>Split the fruit to share with astra.>Split the fruit to share between the three of you.
>>6303092>Consume the fruit and take its power.NOW OUR PEACH(ES) WILL TRULY EQUAL OUR MELONS IN SIZE AND QUALITY!
>>6303092>Split the fruit to share with astra.As magnificent as we are, we have no need to hog every powerup
>>6303092>>Astra could probably use a power-up to keep up with you.
>>6303092>Take a (small) bite. If it seems like the others can handle it (and not get mind-whammied or otherwise corrupted), split it between them.
>>6303092>Split the fruit to share with astra.>"To new friends found in weird places"
>>6303117+1>>6303092>Take a (small) bite. If it seems like the others can handle it (and not get mind-whammied or otherwise corrupted), split it between them.
>>6303092>>Consume the fruit and take its power
>>6303092>Split the fruit to share between the three of you.and they shall know no (more) fear.
>>6303092>>6303092>Consume the fruit and take its power>Perk: Butt Shelf. Increase carry weight by 20%.
>>6303092>Split the fruit to share with astra.
>>6303092> write in, use our understanding of botany and magic to further appraise thr fruit.
You decide to split the peach with Astra, to help give the poor elf a bit of a leg up. The woman had been a maid cleaning up after goblins for so long, you doubt that she retained many of her adventuring skills. Elves have powerful memories that can span back centuries, but two centuries out of practice is two centuries out of practice. She could use the power boost more than you can.Fruits like these, which overflow with magical power, are best consumed raw and unprocessed. So other than a quick chop with a prana-sheathed hand to split it in two, you don't cook it up. It has a juicy red center that smells of strawberries and lime, though its taste is closer to something that resembles a lemon sweetened with honey. You finish yours in a few bites, feeling your strength expand ever so slightly, the power collected building on your own and providing gains that are not quite marginal, but certainly are not major.Astra on the other hand... her pupils dilate the moment she takes her first bite, and once she finishes the last bite of the fruit her expression changes. It reminds you of the time you meditated with your pet kitten, when you were just a wee little thing. When you opened the tomcat's senses to the greater universe, allowed it to behold the cosmos-in-full as you could for the first time... that is the expression on Astra's face right now."Wow... unreal. My gosh, I feel amazing... this is incredible!" Astra says, her voice becoming more and more impassioned as she goes on. You can see her aura flare about her, the breath of the world that courses through her blood take on the burning color of crimson. Still trying to get used to her newfound strength, her body clenches and she curls into a low, squatting stance. "Yes, yes, yes, YES! I can win! I feel great! I. Can. Do. THIS! RAAAAAAAAA-"You give her a gentle, calming boop on her noggin before her newfound strength overwhelms her."Uwa~!" she gives only a gentle complaint at the bonk."Don't let your newfound strength overwhelm you," you warn her. "Otherwise you'll end up flailing around like an infant just learned how to throw a rattle through a door."Astra stares at you, still rubbing her forehead. "So don't lose my rattles, got it.""Also don't break any doors," you remind her. That's the more important part. You could hop out of the crib and toddle over to get any lost rattles without bothering anyone easily, but the doors... "Father was always wroth when I did that. Even when he changed them out for iron... it became a game, you see, to see if I could dent them with a rattle or a doll. It was one of the easiest ways to get his attention when I was babe, and... forgive me, I'm rambling.Astra is just staring at you, so you need to figure out the next move. Namely, finding the exit after you camp for the evening.>To the lake!>To goblin town!>Back to the cliffs!>Onward, to new and more exciting cliffs!
>>6303404>>To goblin town!
>>6303404>To goblin town!Maybe we can get directions?
>>6303404>To goblin town!Gotta make sure the new maid is doing their job. If they are, good job, take a break and switch out with the next gob.If not...Sneak to the water supply and the booze still and hock a couple of horny incubus loogies in it, then make him serve free drinks to everyone in the tavern, and leave before things get... frisky.I wonder if this punishment be the catalyst for the evolution of female goblins...
>>6303404>To the lake!Is mom alive?
>>6302687There might be. I haven't decided yet.>>6303411That is a possibility.>>6303435Your mum was a tube! A tube in Mount FUCKING Lilyrose! Gonna take all the gobs artifacts and wear 'em about!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SInD_r5RzyE
>>6303404>"Yes, yes, yes, YES! I can win! I feel great! I. Can. Do. THIS! RAAAAAAAAA-"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jcreG-bhRRA>To the lake!Onwards.
>>6303439Mount -what- Lilyrose?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TA4TF0duesY
>>6303404>To the lake!
>>6303404>To the lake!The one place we haven't been to.
>>6303404Well this is going swimmingly.>To the lake!
>>6303404>>To the lake!
>>6303404>To the lake!Fishin with Astra and Pupper lets go!
>>6303404>It reminds you of the time you meditated with your pet kitten, when you were just a wee little thing. When you opened the tomcat's senses to the greater universe, allowed it to behold the cosmos-in-full as you could for the first timehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwmeH6Rnj2E
>>6303716Purrfection
Giving heads up that I will not be able to post anything today. I've come down with a major sickness that's kept me abed all day.
>>6303802get well, OP.
Not too far off from the greater glowing shroomtree is a lake where the waters falling from the cliffside pool and flow out of the chamber in a great underground stream. If you were to guess at the size of the lake, you'd place its footprint at about 430 acres; roughly the size of the farmland set aside to support the castle staff at Rosebridge, perhaps a bit smaller. You set up camp for the evening on a hillock overlooking its banks. Across the river, you can see the lights of a goblin settlement; a proper town made from shroomwood buildings, not just the camp that you encountered earlier. Those lights slowly peter out as the goblins too go to sleep. The Boar Emperor did not exactly provide you with proper camping supplies, so you will need to make due with sleeping under the stars... or the shrooms, in this case."Wake me in two hours," you tell Astra. "I'll keep watch from there.""You sure you'll be good on just two hours of sleep?" Astra sounds uncertain at your proposal. She has made herself comfortable resting on the fluff of the stormwolf alpha. "I'd be alright taking a few more hours of watch, if you need it. Especially with that peach, I feel like I have energy to go for days...""That will pass," you tell her. "More importantly, your body needs time to adjust to its new power. Time and rest."When she still has doubts upon her face, you give her further reassurance that, "I also have techniques that will allow to get a full night's rest while letting my senses expand to keep watch over us. I simply need two hours of sleep to let them work. You've nothing to worry about."A lie. A very small lie. Ideally, you would allow yourself two hours of sleep for optimal performance, but you could function off meditation alone for the better part of a year without suffering any degradation of your abilities.No reason to tell the Boar Empire that piece of information, however. The scrying sensor remains just a few feet away, watching and recording everything around you.You fall asleep atop the delightfully soft lion-pelt. As usual, you dream of nothing, for the purpose of sleep is to defragment your memories and commit them to the depths of your subconscious. You need not experience them in fragmented and disjointed form for your mind to artfully rearrange them into their optimal configuration. You have dreamed before, but those were not glimpses of your mind, but rather of the higher planes.Rarely a pleasant experience.When you wake, you're greeted with a sight that makes you pinch your nose in mild distaste. No doubt this is the sort of thing that the Boar Emperor craves to see you engage in. Though from the spores filling the air, you suppose that it's not their fault. Still, you have to say, "You know that it's a futile effort, right? Last I checked, an elf cannot bear a stormwolf's child."What do you do?>Douse them with water>Pull them off one another>Let the aphrodisiac run its course>Leave them and go bathe
>>6304090>Pull them off one anotherEw.
>>6304090>>Douse them with water
>>6304090>Pull them off one anotherffs
>>6304090>Douse them with waterEw
>>6304090>Pull them off one anotherAt least get with one that talks. Hope they aren't tied yet.
>>6304129It's too late, they've already been legally wed in the church of gobbo. No refunds.
>>6304090>>Pull them off one another
>>6304090>Douse them with waterzam, elf-chan was about to take the knot.
>>6304090>Douse them with water
>>6304090>Douse them with watergross
>>6304090Douse them and pull them off one another. Time for another Prana Cleansing
You look down at a pair of fools with your arms crossed beneath your bosom.This is not the first time that you've had to chew someone out, and nor will it be the last. Mercifully, neither Astra or the stormwolf alpha - Romulus, your mind corrects itself - seem to be the recalcitrant sort. Both of them look suitably chastised, neither of them are looking at one another, and Romulus' fur is soaked through with the splash of cold water that you conjured and subsequently dunked on them. You're not mad. You were moderately disgusted before you learned that a certain someone had just been too intimidated to speak ever since you bopped his snout. Actually, no, you're still moderately disgusted, but more by the fact that they were engaging in the act so close to you.It reminded you a bit too much of your aunt and her tendency to enjoy the company of the serving staff in the castle stairways.Her husband quite obviously preferred the company of men, so you suppose an heir had to be produced somehow, but still. People called your preferred dress scandalous while such licentious activities took place right under their noses.[My Lady,] Romulus' voice rings in your mind. Getting his dick wet appears to have restored the telepathy he was too shaken up to use earlier. He bows his head to you like a chastened hound. [If anyone must be punished for this indiscretion, then lay your wroth upon me. It was my at my insistence and cowardice that we did not wake you for aid in purging our maladies by less licentious means. I am willing to accept any punishment that you would give.]"Hell no!" Astra shouts with a vigorous shake of her head. "It was that incubushroom's fault, Rommy didn't do anything wrong! Hell, I was the one who let it get close enough that when it popped, its spores could blow over and... well..."Her ears a bright red, Astra turns slightly away.Your lips curl into an amused smile, "Rommy, huh?"Romulus gives a dry bark, and Astra makes a choking sound. Amusing as the pair acting like young lovers caught in the act, there is a more serious matter to attend to about the fallout of their "activities". One you doubt either of them will particularly mind, given how vigorously they complained at being doused and pulled off one another before you cleared out their systems. Monsters can be taken as familiars by humans. This does not expand their mental faculties, as taking a mere animal as familiar might, but it does create a bond of magic that can be very convenient both in and out of battle.There are many ways to bind a familiar. Typically, the human caster will feed the monster a portion of their blood, laced with magic. An exchange of orgone is not unheard of, however, and, well... The connection is there. What do you do about it?>Sever the connection. They needn't know they forged it>Explain the consequences of their actions and ask them>Let them live with the consequences of such a bond
>>6304654>Sever the connection. They needn't know they forged it
>>6304654>Explain the consequences of their actions and ask them
>>6304654>Explain the consequences of their actions and ask them.Do they actually want this?
Elves, man. Can't ever trust em. Live a million years and still they fuck up in basic jobs. This is why humanity number one baybee
>>6304654>Explain the consequences of their actions and ask themDo goblins marry? Do they have holy people who can bind people in matrimony? Because if they're into it, that might be a fun time.
>>6304654>>Explain the consequences of their actions and ask them
>>6304654>Explain the consequences of their actions and ask themThey did seem like they enjoyed themselves and have already bonded. We cant just tear them apart without even asking them.
>>6304747>We cant just tear them apart without even asking them.I mean we CAN.
>>6304654>Sever the connection. They needn't know they forged it>>6304747Who them it's a dog bruh
>>6304654>>Sever the connection. They needn't know they forged it
"You will probably want to know the consequences of your actions," you start, giving both of them a rather serious look. "It's something that you need to worry about when engaging in such activities, and can have lifelong ramifications. Indeed, from what I have read on the dangers of exploring dungeons, being forced into such long term consequences through what you two have done is one of the more unfortunate fates a female adventurer can receive."Romulus' fluffy ears perk up in shock, and his jaw slackens. [My Lady, I would never act like a crude incubus! Even in these circumstances, I assure you that I will pull my weight as the father of any pups that Miss Astra might bear from this act.]"That's very admirable," you start. "But you don't-""W-W-W-W-Wait a second!" Astra's ears are a bright red. "I'm three hundred, my last heat ended a year ago. There's no way I'm pregnant! Unless... don't tell me that incubi can force you into a period of ovulation... oh no, then I'm done for... We're not like humans, pretty much anything can knock an ovulating elf up..."You blink. Knowing the mating practices of elves and their aggressive behavioral patterns during their heat cycles, a part of you has to wonder how many of the goblins in that village are her direct descendants. Banishing the intrusive thought with a shake of your head, you quickly correct the matter, "No, you're not pregnant. We won't be expecting any... how would those pups turn out, anyways?""Like elves, but with animal ears," Astra says surprisingly quickly. "I have a great aunt who's a monster tamer. In her youth... well, there's an entire tribe of catfolk in the Palmtop Mountains that are descended from her.""I see," you say, wishing you hadn't asked. "Anyways, during the orgone exchange, the two of you formed a familiar bond."[That explains why I feel a slight tug at Miss Astra's thoughts and emotions.] Romulus nods."Oh," Astra wipes her brow. "That's much less troublesome than getting pregnant with Rommy's puppies.""Do the two of you want to keep it?" you ask them. "Given the nature of how the bond was forged, you may find your natural inclinations warping towards one another. What was a misguided attempt to alleviate the symptoms of the incutoxins found in the spores of that incubus may become preference. I personally dislike magic that affects my own thinking, but I will leave this decision up to you.">They both want to sever it.>They both want to keep it.Once that is done with, you meditate for the rest of the night. Your first order of business come the morning is...>Fishing in the lake and seeing what you can catch.>Shaking a few fruits free from the trees and giving some to last night's lovebirds.>Running a quick lap around the lake as part of your morning exercise.>Giving a look at the damnable scrying sensor that's been watching you.
>>6305003>They both want to sever it.>Fishing in the lake and seeing what you can catch.
>>6305003>They both want to sever it.>Running a quick lap around the lake as part of your morning exercise.
>>6305003>They both want to sever it.>Running a quick lap around the lake as part of your morning exercise.>how many of the goblins in that village are her direct descendantsThat's a bit disturbing.
>>6305003>They both want to sever it.>Giving a look at the damnable scrying sensor that's been watching you.>Say directly to the sensor, "And that's why consent is important in sexual matters, Emperor Buta."
>>6305003>They both want to keep it>"... And that's how I retrained into a Ranger and got my Animal Companion">Fishing in the lake and seeing what you can catchWe've shown our dominance on land, now we must show our dominance in the sea... Well, lake
>>6305003>>6305092>supportI hope this means we get some reactions from outside
>>6304700Neither are normally attracted to other species, and even if this did "awaken" something inside of them, people seem to be more inclined to sever so it will likely peter out.Basically, from the narrative standpoint, Astra exists more or less for the express purpose of falling for all the Dungeon's lewd shit while our resident nudist pinches her nose in mild disgust, because she's not going to judge anyone for enjoying lewd things, but it's not her cup of tea and she doesn't run around naked for sexual reasons.>>6304719No. Goblins do not mate for life. Their genes also have recombinant properties that avoid the pitfalls of inbreeding and cause their genes to be highly dominant over compatible species. Elves, being fertile with literally every species and having weird properties of their own, would give birth to High Goblins, an anomaly that would disappear in one or two generations.There is actually dungeon lore written down in the capital that has observed a 70 year periodic surge of High Goblins on the first floor, largely due to Astra going into heat for five years combining with the goblins having a one week gestation period.Unlike humans, elven women's cycles naturally sync up when in a group. So basically, every seventy years or so, all the unmarried elven men and women end up either pairing off or having a giant orgy that lasts five years.>>6304713To be fair to Astra, she left her grove, joined an adventurer party, and basically got "Abandoned by the Hero Party" kicked into a horde of goblins (who just wanted a maid, all the high goblins were... well, she wouldn't have made moves on the goblins without the compliance drug that made her a maid, but she was the one who approached the goblins for this and that).>>6305023Goblins are kind of Asari adjacent in how their genes work, in order to allow their colonies to rapidly expand. Though there's no stigma against goblin men pairing up with goblin women.
>>6305400>spoilersIn that case,>>6305003>They both want to keep it.>Fishing in the lake and seeing what you can catch.Seems more appropriate if she's going to be our violated heroine.
The uninitiated and the outsider would not recognize your next action as anything more than a simple chop of the hand, the sort of movement that a wise woman might make to help a child banish an evil spirit.From your perspective, and those who were sensitive to the flow of magic through the divine fluids, chopping your hand like a knife between Astra and Romulus is the final step of a complex process that a lesser sorceress would have needed an hour of chanting and balancing the flow of magic to accomplish. Messily woven through the primal fluid of orgone their bond may have been, its extraction from their souls without causing harm is still a delicate task. This is not simply expelling an effect without care for that which was expelled, but unraveling conjoined threads without harming the fiber as a whole. A task you accomplish as easily as you breath. As complex as it might be, you are still who you are, a woman hand crafted by one of the greatest sorcerers of the age to be the perfect heir. Balancing the flows of the divine fluids is a simple task, and then..."All done," you tell them, and both sigh in relief. "Now go get yourselves some sleep... and nothing else."Both of them make a face that the implication.[My Lady, I am sure Miss Astra is an elven beauty, but...]"Yeah, Rommy's a magnificent wolf and all, but that's a little..."You give them both a satisfied smile. "I'm glad we're all on the same page."Though as sit down to meditate, your eye twitches involuntarily when your expanded senses pick up Astra saying something that one of your more prejudiced cousins would describe as distinctly elven in its thottery, "Though if I was in heat... a dick's a dick."===Morning comes with the cycle of the mushrooms on the ceiling, as their flower-like caps open into a "bloom" that fills the cavern with a blue-gold light that is surprising close to the color and intensity of the sun. You've awoken just as the petals begin to open, the deep reddish purple giving way to false daylight. Before you, the lake spreads out through the cavern, glittering with the same striking mineral-blue color of glacier melt that fills the lakes of your family's retreat in the mountains north of Rosebridge.It's a lovely and nostalgic sight, but you do not allow it to lower your guard.After all, there are no chefs here to make your breakfast, nor maids to chastise you for being underdressed. You'll have to do that first bit yourself, and if anyone tries the second bit you don't need to playact chastened and force yourself into an itchy woolen shift. You'll just punch them hard enough to send them flying across the lake.Where do you decide to go fishing?>From the shore of the lake.>Wade out to waist height and try catching things with your hands.>Swim into the depths and see if there's anything big enough to punch that's also tasty-looking.>Wade into the knee-deep stream that runs into the lake and try your luck in the rapids.
>>6305537>From the shore of the lake.spear
>>6305537>Swim into the depths and see if there's anything big enough to punch that's also tasty-looking.Feed the party, also bath probably wouldn't be so bad at this point.Does Romulus have any idea what can be found in these waterways?
>>6305537>Swim into the depths and see if there's anything big enough to punch that's also tasty-looking
>>6305537>>Swim into the depths and see if there's anything big enough to punch that's also tasty-looking.
>>6305537>Swim into the depths and see if there's anything big enough to punch that's also tasty-looking.
>>6305537>Swim into the depths and see if there's anything big enough to punch that's also tasty-lookingDeep lake adventure, ho!
>>6305537>Wade into the knee-deep stream that runs into the lake and try your luck in the rapids.
Had to spend a good chunk of the day a the clinic for my illness today, we'll be back to regularly scheduled postings tomorrow!
>>6306052rest well, OP
You decide to take a nice long swim, and maybe punch something that looks tasty if you come across it.The water is warmer than you would expect from an underground lake that has not seen the sun. The light of the mushrooms that cling to the ceiling is bright enough to see by, but still far dimmer than sunlight - and far less capable of providing warmth. Yet rather than the brisk chill of water fresh from a well, the lake is as pleasant and warm as the middle sea in summer, where the corals bloom brightly and the fish shed their winter scales for tones of brighter color.So too are the depths of the lake. The water here is clear and bright, far deeper than you would have thought at a first glance. From its size you would have expected twenty to thirty feet of depth at most, yet when you reach that far out, the shoreline drops like the continental shelf into a warm abyss of eighteen and a thousand colors.You need more breath if you wish to explore it.Piercing the surface, you take a deep gulp of air and push it through your chakras as prana. With that much air and energy, you will not need to breath for a whole week, if you did not want to. It's more than enough to allow you to explore the waters without the worry of asphyxiation. With that, you dive into the abyss, as deep as you can.A hundred feet, a thousand feet, a mile and then ten. The lake you realize is not truly a lake, but a needle of water that pierces into the heart of the world. Clear as crystal and filled with light, it is not an abyss but a fluid paradise of color, for what was water has been crushed beneath its own tremendous weight and the fluids that remain are the very same blend in which you were grown. Pressure builds, of course, and a ordinary woman would have been crushed into a bloody pulp so long ago, but your body barely feels it.After all, you are born of prana and of mana, of orgone and of synkrone, of pneuma and of aether. Under such pressures, water breaks into those components, and you - who were born of their coalescence - cannot be harmed by them. Indeed, submerged here you feel so incredibly strong that it frightens you.And yet the view you behold is nothing but beauty.The coral paints a colorful picture of the stony walls, and the fish that flit between them are no less bright. Darkness is banished, not only by your soul coming alight, but by the fluids themselves that you have been submerged in. Through which you swim, or mayhaps it might be better to say fly, for even your own perception cannot tell if they remain liquid, or have become a gas. Still, you remember, you're here to hunt for breakfast.>Seek out the largest fish and test yourself.>Fashion a net of aether and poach from a school of fish.>A passing tuna looks delicious. A spear of pneuma shall make it yours to eat.>Perhaps it is a dim hope. It would be too easy and simple. But could the strength you have here punch through the dungeon's wall? (Roll 1d100)
>>6306480>Seek out the largest fish and test yourself.
Rolled 19 (1d100)>>6306480>Perhaps it is a dim hope. It would be too easy and simple. But could the strength you have here punch through the dungeon's wall? (Roll 1d100)Freedom
Rolled 57 (1d100)>>6306480>Perhaps it is a dim hope. It would be too easy and simple. But could the strength you have here punch through the dungeon's wall? (Roll 1d100)
Rolled 97 (1d100)>>6306480>>Perhaps it is a dim hope. It would be too easy and simple. But could the strength you have here punch through the dungeon's wall? (Roll 1d100)You know what, fuck your gameshow.
>>6306517Raging demigod time?
>>6306523The "step on me mommy" crowd is gonna have a field day with this one.
>>6306480>Seek out the largest fish and test yourself.Breaking out ourselves would be nothing but shellfish. Cant leave puppy and comic relief elf behind
>>6306480>Perhaps it is a dim hope. It would be too easy and simple. But could the strength you have here punch through the dungeon's wall? (Roll 1d100)
>>6306517>>6306500+1 to theseEither we have a 97 and we break out of the jail, or we get a 19 and something interesting happens.
Breakthrough: 97Consequences: 19This place of eighteen and a thousand rainbow-hued colors, these depths that warmly embrace countless schools of aquatic fauna with day-bright light, these currents where the waters pooling in the dungeon separate into their base elements and become the divine fluids.It is a nexus.It is a nexus of great and terrible power that you feel an intrinsic connection to. Were these the waters of your birth? Were you designed for the purpose of unlocking the potential of a dungeon? Were you meant to be kept away from these places, when your father never encouraged you to seek glory here as he had your younger brothers and sisters? You know not the answer, but all the same you can feel its embrace subsume you, as though you returned to the glass-mother's womb.The Waters flow unbridled. Upon your Crown you can feel a greater wisdom. Betwixt your eyes your Guru surpasses sight and peels back the veil for your mortal eyes to truly see. Your Throat yearns to sing of the unbounded joy of existence. In your Heart your life force surges, and below there in your Navel your will and sense of self solidifies to a diamond certainty. In your Loins there stirs a great and terrible lust, one that does subsume you but instead brings you a sense of clarity as powerful as its burning desire. And there at your root, upon the small of your back, there surges two miraculously simple words at the beginning and end of who you are.I Am.You dissolve. Born of Water, it is natural that you return to Water when subsumed by it. You are not. Yet you are. Even allowing this terrible and great power to envelope you and return you to base principles, you remain. Perhaps this is what you always were, a key meant to return to the primal fluids when exposed to them at the right depth and pressure. Water, given life.Yet as you return, you remain.And as you remain, you endure. In a place where time has no meaning, the words "I am" resound and echo louder than you ever spoke them, as if the depths themselves answered. You allowed your sense of self to slip, and in doing so you allowed your very self to expand. You are the depths. You are this tideless needle of primodial fluid.Je suis la Étoilée vue de l'abîme.And with this final understanding, your Crown comprehends the true nature of the Waters. Your Guru guides you through the Waters. Your Throat drinks of the Waters. Your Heart beats to the flow of the Waters. Your Navel carves a path for the Waters. Your Loins doth chastely kiss the Waters. Your Root spreads through the Waters, for in the end you are the Waters. Your fist clenches and becomes the tide.With the horrific and crushing weight of the abyssal depths, you throw a punch at everything and nothing.The dungeon cracks like broken glass, whose panels fall apart and leave behind a void absent all light, all life, all color.
>>6306838SYSTEM ERROR CODE 599Damage has occurred to the simulated space and Hollow Spire needs to be rebooted. System Status for Iteration 2305843009213693951=World Engine: Healthy=Dungeon Transfer: Healthy=Radiant Dungeon Generation: Healthy=Set Dungeons Simulated: 99.7%=Divinity Engine: Offline=Godspire: OfflineAdmin Notes: The Divinity Engine and the Godspire were taken offline due to player agents demonstrating atypical machine learning behaviors during their interactions. We haven't cleared the code from the server as that would require a full iteration reset, which would defeat the purpose of these simulations.Hollow Spire has encountered an error during the boot process."System Error Code 444: dungeon.CORE is damaged and cannot be repaired."Attempting to restore from backup returns the following error:"System Error Code 101: Dungeon lockout is in effect. Hollow Labyrinth cannot eject player agents without suspending the World Engine."After scanning the Hollow Labyrinth, the system has identified multiple non-player agents with sufficient data to serve as a replacement for dungeon.CORE:Select one of the following:>Guardian, Floor 2: King of Incubi>Guardian, Floor 3: Queen of Corpulence>Guardian, Floor 4: Midas Goldentooth>Guardian, Floor 5: The Flower That Hates>Guardian Dis: Artorias, Lord of Hubris>Guardian, Floor 6: The Self-Devouring Serpent>Guardian, Floor 7: The Flower That Loves>Guardian, Floor 8: The Honest Man>Guardian, Floor 9: The Honest Woman
>>6306840>Guardian, Floor 5: The Flower That Hateshateful little shit. photosynthesize harder
>>6306840>Guardian, Floor 2: King of Incubi
>>6306840>Guardian, Floor 3: Queen of Corpulencehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5tzJ-Gua-Y
Who the hell Madness Combat'ed us? Fuckin clowns.
>>6306840>Guardian, Floor 5: The Flower That HatesIntriguing...
>seek glory here as he had your younger brothers and sisters? Flower Floor Guardians are siblings?
>>6306840>Guardian, Floor 6: The Self-Devouring SerpentWe can make a fine pair of boots from this one i reckon
>>6306838>Breakthrough: 97nice>Consequences: 19hmm>>6306840>Guardian, Floor 2: King of Incubi
>>6306873I don't get the reference, actually. I remember Madness Combat vaguely from when I was a kid, but was there actually some deep lore going on there?>>6306920Not your siblings, no, but given that you are of the Flower (by adoption and seven drops of your father's blood that grew into your chakras and gave form to your unformed soul. More than the single seed most get from there fathers, you are his daughter through and through.) there may or may not be some relation there.>>6306925For context, you broke the manager of the Dungeon and the system is replacing it. The Guardian being transferred in as the replacement will flavor the dungeon according to its nature, and will be replaced.You also stole the First Floor's primary magic reservoir, which will take approximately 50 years to refill back to its full point. 50 years of accumulated magical energy from within a dungeon, so maybe the consequences were partially in the 97 realm because you just got a power boost. One that you did not instantly expend in the breaking, those fluids are a part of you now (as is all of the life that grew from them, your body-soul is weird).For the record, you basically just drank 4.4 trillion gallons of [Water] there.
>>6306933Alright. Then i will change my vote from >>6306925To >Guardian, Floor 5: The Flower That HatesDont need incubi or fat people all around
>>6306933>seven drops of your father's blood that grew into your chakras and gave form to your unformed soulDid dad make any more? Can Roxy do the same?
>>6306933>but was there actually some deep lore going on there?Not really deep lore. It becomes a plot point that reality is some sort of computer simulation, or is at least influenced by some sort of god computer program thing going on. It's kind of neat but also kinda bonkers. It's probably just an excuse to have wacky shit happen and handwave away how nonsensical some of it is.
>>6306840>Guardian, Floor 5: The Flower That HatesNow that is a boss name.>For the record, you basically just drank 4.4 trillion gallons of [Water] there.That's a lot of water!
>>6306840>Guardian, Floor 3: Queen of Corpulence
>>6306840>>Guardian Dis: Artorias, Lord of HubrisThe odd one out.
>>6306840>Guardian, Floor 9: The Honest Woman
>>6306840>Guardian, Floor 7: The Flower That Loves
Your feet dangle off the edge of the cliff as your eyes drink in the canyon that now spreads out before you. Colors climb up the far wall with the blooming of countless bioluminescent flowers, lending radiance to the tangled palette clawing its way onto the shores of Goblin Town. There, near a splintered harbor-pier that boldly reaches out into a drop of ten thousand feet, do the waters of the river crest and fall. The droplets scatter into a heavy mist, carried on unseen eddies of wind as they drift listless and peaceful towards the bottom of the pit. Your heart stills at the sight. Not from fear or trepidation, but absolute peace.For the first time since the First Prince held a knife to your people's throat, a true a proper smile graces your face. Bright and radiant and flawless as your fair and glowing skin, it infects your surroundings and pushes away the mycelium that flowers long since choked away can grow, and prosper, and bloom into a bed of color. As you bask in the canyon's grandeur and beauty, Astra scurries over to you on light and hurried feet. Smoothing out her skirt and clearing herself a soft cushion of grass and flowers, she takes a seat next to you and stares out into the canyon. Slowly withdrawing a pouch of the bacon jerky you hunted and crafted after your fishing escapades came to an unsuccessful end, she munchs down on a single strip before holding the bag out to you.Politely, you take a strip for yourself from the pouch. Shroomwood smoked and salted pork, it has a particular flavor that you could not find on the surface, yet is quite tasty all the same."Where'd the lake go, Roxy?" Astra finally asks.Her eyes don't meet your own. She's transfixed by the hollow cavern revealed by the water your actions removed. The Waters you took into yourself and made a part of you when you allowed yourself to dissolve into the fluid mass and then assert your existence upon it. A tremendous amount of power, yet all the same you have an even better understanding now of how truly little power it is. Silence hangs perhaps a bit too long, as her voice cracks when she asks again, "Where'd the lake go?""Inside of me," you finally answer.She boggles at you with her bright green eyes, processing until she squeaks out, "You drank it? H-How? W-Why?!"You ponder her words for a moment, before giving a shrug and a nod, saying, "More or less. I thought it would let me punch my way out of the dungeon.""How'd that work out for you?" she asks."Well, I found out I could drink a lake," you say. "But... I was unable to break back into the Real..."With breakfast done and your attempt to bust through failed... you should probably start looking for a way out of this room.>Climb down into the former lake, and aim for the Abyss!>Scour the cliff walls and look for a way out there.>See if you can barter with the goblins for a guide to take you out.>Ask Romulus if he knows the way to the Floor Guardian.
Rolled 58 (1d100)>>6307213>>Climb down into the former lake, and aim for the Abyss!
>>6307213>Climb down into the former lake, and aim for the Abyss!
>>6307213>See if you can barter with the goblins for a guide to take you out.
>>6307213>Climb down into the former lake, and aim for the Abyss!Let's bring light to the darkness!
>>6307213>Ask Romulus if he knows the way to the Floor Guardian.
A part of you wants to simply throw yourself off the cliff with your arms and legs spread eagle and submerge yourself in the joyful rush of a thirty thousand meter fall. You rarely got to jump from high places back in the real of the world, outside the dungeon where nature's laws hold firm and tight. Mother always chastised your love of base jumping and cliff diving. Unladylike she called it, and though a lady's role has importance as envoy between houses sent to broker agreements, manage finances, and carry forward the next generation... father made you to be his heir.Perhaps it bothered her that you stood above her sons and daughters in the line of succession.Perhaps she simply knew what she knew, and in understanding the import of her role she sought to ensure all her daughters were as well equipped for it as she was.Now is not then and then is not now. Outside the Hollow Labyrinth you were the only child that coalesced from the Water and Blood that filled ten thousand glass wombs within the laboratories of Mount Lilyrose, and you rightfully cared not if your actions or your dress was ladylike. What mattered then was that they were befitting of an heir, a show of courage and a display of unrivaled beauty.What matters now is that Astra and Romulus can keep up with whatever you were doing. So you do not sprint at anywhere near full speed down the side of the cliff, and you most certainly do not take a jump into the abyss that would end in their deaths. Even if you threw Romulus over your shoulder and tucked Astra under your arm, you don't see that ending well.However much fun it would be.So instead you lead them on a leisurely stroll down some switchbacks that revealed themselves in absence of the water. The foliage grows thick and bright with flowers casting light like little candles, feasting upon the mist and the rich soil of what was once a lakebed. Astra rides on Romulus' back, the stormwolf content to act as her steed despite the awkwardness that hung between them last night. The trails wind and turn, and every meter you descend the mist grows deeper and heavier into a thick blanket of fog. Near to the walls of this newfound canyon it remains light enough to see, but in the heart of the abyss the spray of falling waters swirls on eddies of wind and becomes a cloud. In its shade it drizzles rain, though whether that is from the cloud in truth or droplets from the falls that never became vapor is difficult to understand.As your trail switches back into a cavern, you raise you hand to call a halt.In the shelter of the cave, some things that stand between a goblin and a fish huddle around a fire made of burning coral. They have yet to notice you.>Handle these foul knaves yourself>Send in Romulus and Astra to get your companion's measure>Perhaps they're friendly? Approach them openly>Wait, you think you recall something from your brother on how to deal with this sort of dungeon creature (d100)
>>6307760>Send in Romulus and Astra to get your companion's measure
>>6307760>Perhaps they're friendly? Approach them openlysomething not a goblin, but also something not a fish.
Oh by the way, since water weighs a rough eight pounds per gallon, that means that Roxy weighed, for a split second at least, over 35 trillion pounds.
>>6307783>35 trillion poundsfatty
>>6307783Imagine the paizuri
>Two votes>They voted differentlyI am gonna need some tie breakers before proceeding.>>6307783To be fair, during that period, she was also dissolved in the water. Though to an extent, she also has an inner universe of that water at this point, so...
>>6307760>Perhaps they're friendly? Approach them openly
>>6307760>Send in Romulus and Astra to get your companion's measureWe are right behind them in case things go south
>>6307760>Send in Romulus and Astra to get your companion's measureIt's good to know if we really need to babysit them or if they can take care of themselves
>>6307760>>Handle these foul knaves yourself
OP ?
>>6309430I kinda died from Friday to today. Will be back tomorrow evening.
>>6309724See you then, QM! Feel better soon.
>>6309724Be well OP. and may you find what you don't even dare to hope for.
"Romulus, Astra," you quietly address your companions with a voice as gentle as a feather. "There are twenty two goblochs in the next cave. Their resonance is a smooth vibration, barely stronger than a goblin out of water. Most carry crude spears hewn of driftwood and stone, whilst a single carries a cleaver carved of coral that he pretends is a sword."Astra nods at your words, saying, "You want us to stay behind until you've cleared them out?"With a shake of your head, you tell her, "No. I will stay behind whilst the two of you clear them out."[Thy will be done, my Lady,] Romulus answers for the both of them before Astra can finish processing your words. [You can rest assured that Miss Astra and I shall see them slain and laid before you as tribute. Mongrel wretches such as these are no match for a stormwolf on his own, let alone one with a rider. It shall not take one minute.]With every word Romulus says through his psychic connection, Astra grows ever paler. "Wait, wait, wait, Rommy what are you doing!? The last time I went up against this many goblin creatures, I got my butt handed to me and stuffed into a maid dress! I don't wanna scrub the floors of another mud hut ever again...""Don't worry," you give her a thumbs up. "If you end up in any actual danger, I'm right here to bail you out.""Why does that sound like you're not gonna help unless I'm about to -EEP!"[Because these goblin things are weak, Miss Astra!] Loping forward with the elfin woman clinging tight against his back, Romulus charges into the cave. Black lightning roils upon his fur, the arcs gently avoiding Astra as they move along their path to crash violently into the ground. With the snape of his lupine jaws, the first goblin ties as his throat is torn from his body. [And we shall rip and tear at them, until it is done!]Romulus punctuates his words with a furious howl that echoes like thunder across the canyon. All around him, the black lighting that dances upon his fur erupts into a violent storm, striking down the nearest of the goblochs and rendering them into a fine bone-white ash. "But I don't want to rip and teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeear!!!!!"Despite her rather vocal complaints, once she realizes that she has no choice in the matter but to fight for her life, Astra proves herself more competent than you might have feared her to be. While you assume much of her newfound strength comes from the peach you fed her last night, she nonetheless shows plenty of skill in the arts of...>The Dancer, a sort of mage who exists to buff her allies.>The Black Mage. So anyways she started blasting.>The White Mage. So anyways she started healing.>The Red Mage. She harms. She heals. She even uses swords.>The Green Mage. Those spells are esoteric and do not affect things directly, but they're certainly useful.>The Princess Knight. A holy-sword wielding champion of chivalry. No wonder she lost to goblins.
>>6310186>The Red Mage. She harms. She heals. She even uses swords.
>>6310186>The Green Mage. Those spells are esoteric and do not affect things directly, but they're certainly useful.We can fight and heal fine, but an esoteric druid-type mage sounds like she could fill a gap in our party.
>>6310186>Write-in>The Yellow Mage. She harms, she heals, she uses swords, and she can do weird magic spells! She does it all! Mediocrely. No wonder the goblins got her with such a lack of specialization.Because yellow is the color between green and red.
>>6310186>The Green Mage. Those spells are esoteric and do not affect things directly, but they're certainly useful.blue
>>6310186>The Princess Knight.
>>6310186>The Princess Knight. A holy-sword wielding champion of chivalry.Of course I'll go for the one with the best chance for chainmail bikinis.
>>6310186>The Green Mage. Those spells are esoteric and do not affect things directly, but they're certainly useful.
>>6310186>The Princess Knight. A holy-sword wielding champion of chivalry.You will rip and tear as a lady knight and you will like it.
>>6310186>The Green Mage. Those spells are esoteric and do not affect things directly, but they're certainly useful.Seems like the best option to ha higly mobile support unit on the field when Roxy is both Tank and DPS
Twenty bucks says a green mage does the dank. Red Mages are the best class in final fantasy, don't @ me. Getting hit with enemy techniques and getting to use them is primo because everyone knows the enemy always has the broken abilities.
>>6310186>>The Green Mage. Those spells are esoteric and do not affect things directly, but they're certainly useful.
>>6310366Aren't those blue mages though
>>6310382Are they? I haven't played a FF game in over a decade so probably. However I will say it with absolute confidence regardless.
>>6310186>The Princess Knight. A holy-sword wielding champion of chivalry.Aww, she's a princess too! Now we can truly be besties!
Romulus performed about as well as you would have expected from a stormwolf alpha. His claws are swords, his fangs are daggers, and the black lightning that roils around him fries any goblochs fool enough to rush him or his rider. All together he becomes a fluffy ball of destruction that few forces short of yourself could stop with ease, and with Astra on his back even his weaknesses are covered.Well, once she stops screaming, anyways.You specialize in the Magic Blue, the branch of magecraft that specializes in enhancing the body and transforming you into an idealized version of yourself. Stronger, faster, better, consuming the strength of your foes and making it your own, it serves you well. You know enough of the Magics White and Black to qualify as a master of the Magic Red, which synthesizes the art of healing and destruction in a more perfect whole - or so they would say. What Astra wields is the Magic Green, esotery and the art of metaphor.She does not throw fire or thunder. She does not heal Romulus of his wounds. Nor does she strengthen herself, absorb the blows of her enemies, and learn from them as you do. The Green is the art of creative expression, no less limitless in bounds than any other magic, but in many ways approaching the spell completion from strange and oblique angles.Well, at least in the hands of a master. In the hands of an Astra..."[Baleful Polymorph]!""[Baleful Polymorph]!""[Baleful Polymorph]!"She has a one track mind, it seems. The more creative vagaries of the Green, the magic born of the Guru and the Crown's collaboration, are entirely absent from her spellcasting in favor of a rote and single tracked mind. With proper application, the Green can turn the cutting bite of a cold wind into a bloody razor with but a few scant words, and in the next sentence transform a silk dress into something like steel plates.Efficient spells that rely on common metaphor. Who has not heard of a razor wind before, the storm and the squall cutting into the traveler? How often has it been said by your mother, that a fine dress is a proper lady's armor?"Baaaaah~!" one of the newly born sheep-things cries out in fear before Romulus chomps down upon its neck.Instead, she has decided to turn the dullard goblochs - wool-headed one might say - into sheep. En masse. As frequently as she can cast her spells, one right after another. You cannot deny that she uses it effectively, targeting the gobloch casters and spear throwers before their own spells can get off, but...Well, at least they cleared the place out. Do you claim a teaching tax, for backing them up? (Roll 1d100)>No. You can live without the spoils.>You would like one of the magic stones from the casters, if they survived the transformation.>A spear is a simple thing, but undeniably useful.>A knife is a simple thing, but also quite useful.>One of them has a fine belt with many pockets upon it.>(Write in?)
Rolled 94 (1d100)>>6310657>You would like one of the magic stones from the casters, if they survived the transformation.body cultivator
Rolled 87 (1d100)>>6310657>>You would like one of the magic stones from the casters, if they survived the transformation.Oh OH, rock collection. Rocks are cool.
Rolled 70 (1d100)>>6310657>You would like one of the magic stones from the casters, if they survived the transformation.man, I almost feel bad for breaking up Romulus and Astra now. They're a cute couple.
>>6310657>One of them has a fine belt with many pockets upon it.We're batwoman.
>>6310657>You would like one of the magic stones from the casters, if they survived the transformation.We are a team. Roxy has proven herself so far and shared the spoils. I am sure they would not be upset giving up a small share of the loot.>>6310726Its not like they are torn apart forever. If they ever feel like it they can just.... redock
Rolled 45 (1d100)>>6310657>You would like one of the magic stones from the casters, if they survived the transformation.
>>6310726>man, I almost feel bad for breaking up Romulus and Astra now. They're a cute couple.Brother. Friend. Guy. It's an animal. I mean come on, an ELF? Eurgh.
>>6310657>One of them has a fine belt with many pockets upon it.Pockets is the one area we're severely lacking in
>>6310657>You would like one of the magic stones from the casters, if they survived the transformation.
>>6310657>One of them has a fine belt with many pockets upon it.Could this be... the legendary Belt of Many Pockets!?
"The monsters are all dead~" Astra sings happily as she dismounts from Romulus. She scurries over to assemble all the loot from the enemy holdings into a pile. Had she a tail like Romulus, it would have doubtless been wagging cheerfully at the site of the Gobloch's hoard. Indeed, your mind's eye can see it now, less an elf and more a Great Florese upon her hind legs, as she sings off tune. "Now it's time to take their treasure~ Treasure~ Treasuuuuuuure~"[The enemy has been eliminated,] Romulus agrees with Astra, his snout bowed. [Their shinies belong to us now, Miss Astra. Lady Roxanne, have we passed your evaluation?]You step out from behind the corner and give the wolf a smile and a nod. "You both performed well enough. Roomulus, your fangs and claws were truly formidable, and paired with the Black Lightning I have no concerns with your ability to keep up. As for your magics, Astra..."Astra pops out from one of the Gobloch huts with a sack full of shiny seashells - the currency of those creatures - and looks at you with a cloudy smile. "It gets the job done, doesn't it?"You cannot suppress the sigh that escapes your mouth. "Magic Green is a font of creativity meant to bewilder the mind and disable your foes from oblique angles. The baleful polymorph is a fine spell, but to use it in rapid succession..."Astra's smile does not change, and in the same tone as before, she says, "It gets the job done, doesn't it?"You would like to think your look is unreadable, but the disappointment must be clear on your face. "Predictability is death upon the battlefield. If a foe expects you to cast a baleful polymorph upon them, then it could be countered. Magic Green has such a lovely array of spells, from the Soliloquoys of Grandmother Spider to the Excellent Prismatic Spray. Surely you could-""I am but a novice mage with scant more than a century of spellcasting experience behind me," Astra tells you with that same, head-in-the-clouds smile on her face. "My baleful polymorph still requires a full circle's worth of mana to actualize. Teacher said that I would be ready for more complicated spells once it took a single breath of mana like any cantrip should."You blink. Magic Green was not your field of specialization, but you know for certain that Baleful Polymorph requires five circles of mana, not one. No wonder she could throw it around like she did. Elven refinement is truly formidable."Ooh! A treasure chest~!" Her mind quickly turns to the nearest shiny objects. "You can leave its lock to me~ I'll set the lovely treasure free~!"One of the magic stones gathered in the loot pile catches your eye... stones for spells, not monster abilities.>Magic Blue, a spell of enhancement.>Magic Black, a spell of destruction.>Magic White, a spell of healing.>Magic Red, a spell of White and Black>Magic Green, a spell of esotery.>Magic Gold, a spell of transmutation>Magic Pink, a spell of lusty enchantment
>>6311019>Magic White, a spell of healing.Paladinmaxxing.
>>6311019>Magic Pink, a spell of lusty enchantment
>>6311019>Magic Blue, a spell of enhancement.
>>6311019>Magic Pink, a spell of lusty enchantmentI have a feeling this may prove very useful.
>>6311019>Magic Blue, a spell of enhancement.Bigger muscles
>>6311019I'll back >Magic Pink, a spell of lusty enchantmentsince >>6311023 isn't looking likely to win, and The Flower That Hates might be best countered with love... Of a sort.
>>6311091Flowers are most typically countered by sharp objects, toxic waste, or a godly firestorms. With or without 70s era anti-war music blaring over loudspeaker.
>>6311097Depends on the flower.
>>6311019>Magic Gold, a spell of transmutation
>>6311102No I'm pretty sure a thousand pound bomb will clear that out. I've seen bigger blown up with smaller. Let's just make a call and say there's oil beneath the thing. EZ solution.
>>6311019>Magic Blue, a spell of enhancement.I think that woufl suit Roxy best. Astra can grt the pink one. It fits her lustful nature.
